technical fault

10 May-

The cat-attentive enjoying the early morning amity, happily purring. It knows the sounds, knows the routine. It knows what will happen next. A happy cat in a regulated environment.

The street is dry, and it is so late in the year now that the street lights are off. Spring is over, now the year is heading on towards summer. Birds are flying low today, pigeons in search of food. Hawks are out, circling the church spire. Are they hawks, or are they falcons? The Germans call them "Falken", so maybe falcons. The pigeons feed with the ducks, crumbs left around the weather station in the little park by the bus stop.

The river in a brown torrent, the water on it's way to Dingolfing, the home of the fast cars. It will pour into another river there, and then on to another town. It all well and in the black sea. The river is in flood, fast and mud-brown, roaring over the weirs.

Dolores, good mornint.
Then two others come to the bus stop to wait.
Pay the bus driver the exact fare now. The girl at the back of the bus is applying her makeup, the bus waits at the stop. It was too early today, and it is waiting so that it may leave on time.

At the railway station, a mass of bicycles, left there by their owners. It is summer, and the weather is warm- People are using their bicycles more often now.
Guten Morgen to the pigtailed smoker.

Order a coffee, the cafe is crowded. Take the paper up to the waiting room, say good morning to Mr Hedgehog. and write these notes.

These notes, a daily exercise, the day that just scratches the surface of 'our lives, offering paths to follow, some more than well trodden; others not.

The train arrives on time, and is delayed in the station due to a technical fault. Then, at last...-the railway leads through a sun illuminated countryside.

green trees replacing the barren winter stick structures, fields filled with crops, or freshly ploughed dark brown. This is the start of the growing season.