Friday, 24 March 2017

night mite

24 Mark. A mite of poor sleep, much getting up and walking about all night. Drink a bottle of water.
Five in the morning, shut down the alarm. get up, pat the cat's head and take a shower.
get dressed, and leave the house.
Apart from some cars, the alleys are deserted,.
Then theatre street. There, a woman with a pillbox hat is coming up the street, dragging two wheeled suitcases. She may be an air hostess. but she is tall.
Ahead, the figure of Dolores, just passing through the town gate.
The bus arrives, and wait until all the others have boarded, then pay the driver and find a seat. The makeup girl is at the back at the bus, carefully powdering her face.
Read the news on the telephone, trump has not succeeded with his health bill yet. Erdogan is still being uncivilised, calling people Nazis.


The big delivery truck is just backing up to the station's main entrance. The smoker is discussing this manoeuvre with a colleague. Say good morning.
Go to the counter in the cafe, order a large coffee. Hedgehog is at his usual place under the silent television. Say good morning. The television is showing a documentary about chainsaws today. Then the man a subtitle news ticker reports of further terrorist-caused fatalities in London, Trumps disappointment in America., and other items. The noise outside indicates that the Rosenheim train has arrived, it has disgorged all of its passengers
* Time to go.
On climbing the granite stairs,
look

up to see the metal structure running along the overhead cable, drawing sparks. It is not cold, still, a few small sparks. The train slows, passes on, and stops. Some get out, there are plenty of spaces inside. Get in, find a seat with a table, and start to write these notes.



The landscape passes by the window, steamy rivers, fields and forests. The day is a flat even grey, but bright now. And there is nobody to be seen outside, just ears on the road.

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