2.5.17
awake again, shower, brush the teeth, put on the clothing for the day. The cat is at the bottom of the stairs, it´s tail making a question mark shape over it's back What it desires in unclear, but there it is, waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
Out in the alley, the rain forces the head to look down at the wet ground. Past the church, and there is the cyclist with her knitted cap coming the other way.
Town gate: Dolores is ahead, she has an umbrella today. The usual people are at the bus stop, say good morning.
At the small weather station, a man feeds ducks breadcrumbs: The ducks are excited, a whole crowd of quacking mallards. That man is there often, sometimes under the shelter of the small roof around the weather station, sometimes down by the river bank. Perhaps he knows the ducks as individuals now. He walks away, crossing the grassed-over areas between the pillar for advertising and a tree. A Litfas pillar,
Board the bus, pay the driver, and take the short tourney to the station.
The smoker is in front of the station, u cheery good morning, and the big track is unloading supplies for the bakery again. The driver has blocked one entrance to the railway station hallway with his pallets, and is trying to wheel something through the other. Hopefully, he will be finished and begone before the crowds arrive.
At the counter to the cafe, the man ahead in the que orders tea. This means that he gets a cup full of boiling water and a teabag. He leaves the water balanced on the counter to pack away his other purchases. The change for the ,meanwhile ordered, black coffee is given by a young girl with dyed hair and red plastic rimmed glasses. The sleeve at the jacket catches the paper cup of hot water, spilling it over the counter. "My apologies". The next cup of hot water is free, and the coffee comes soon after.
Hedgehog is at his usual place, with him a good morning.
The television is showing pictures of some young people indulging in festivities in some place with a hot climate. Maybe Florida.
Write these notes, a black pen with a bluetooth light and a black book
awake again, shower, brush the teeth, put on the clothing for the day. The cat is at the bottom of the stairs, it´s tail making a question mark shape over it's back What it desires in unclear, but there it is, waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
Out in the alley, the rain forces the head to look down at the wet ground. Past the church, and there is the cyclist with her knitted cap coming the other way.
Town gate: Dolores is ahead, she has an umbrella today. The usual people are at the bus stop, say good morning.
At the small weather station, a man feeds ducks breadcrumbs: The ducks are excited, a whole crowd of quacking mallards. That man is there often, sometimes under the shelter of the small roof around the weather station, sometimes down by the river bank. Perhaps he knows the ducks as individuals now. He walks away, crossing the grassed-over areas between the pillar for advertising and a tree. A Litfas pillar,
Board the bus, pay the driver, and take the short tourney to the station.
The smoker is in front of the station, u cheery good morning, and the big track is unloading supplies for the bakery again. The driver has blocked one entrance to the railway station hallway with his pallets, and is trying to wheel something through the other. Hopefully, he will be finished and begone before the crowds arrive.
At the counter to the cafe, the man ahead in the que orders tea. This means that he gets a cup full of boiling water and a teabag. He leaves the water balanced on the counter to pack away his other purchases. The change for the ,meanwhile ordered, black coffee is given by a young girl with dyed hair and red plastic rimmed glasses. The sleeve at the jacket catches the paper cup of hot water, spilling it over the counter. "My apologies". The next cup of hot water is free, and the coffee comes soon after.
Hedgehog is at his usual place, with him a good morning.
The television is showing pictures of some young people indulging in festivities in some place with a hot climate. Maybe Florida.
Write these notes, a black pen with a bluetooth light and a black book
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