9.6.17
3 taps that is it,alarm silent. go the bathroom, shower. Return, put out the blue trousers and a fresh shirt. The cat, curious, rubs its head against a leg. That is it, all is well, now wait for the second sounding of st Martins bells. Saint Martin's is lit in early morning yellow sunlight, the sky is clear and strong dark blue. The alley is in the shade. All these hundreds of thousands of orange bricks that make up the church are lit. Over one hundred and thirty metres high. These orange bricks reflect in the surface of the cobblestones, surfaces polished by the rubber-tired wheels of the many cars that pass after them every day. A cyclist with a black helmet is just rounding the corner at the end of the street. See him disappear on his way into town.
For the pageant next month, workers have erected a wooden booth at the entrance to the town, near the bus stop. This booth has been done in an oldfashioned rustical style, with round tree trunks making up the pillars to hold up the awning. It is well done, but the materials are deliberately kept rough. To make it look medieval.
Dolores is on her seat in the bus shelter, she looks tired and unhappy today. The bright sunlight lights up christ church, across the river, the rivers ripple's glittering in the sun. Reflecting the blue of the shy and the green of the trees.
That verbose bus driver, his commenting on everything, loud, attention seeking. Take the ticket, and move on to the deserted back of the bus.
.
Find a path through the hundreds of bicycles left in front of the railway station. go to the bakery, ask the woman behind the counter for a coffee. she is unfriendly too, hard- accented, rough speech, maintaining a facial expression that looks a bit like a crumpled rucksack. she shouts over to the younger man at the coffee machine two metres away, telling him to make one medium coffee. He does, and at least he is friendly.
go to the platform, join the other people waiting in a group for the first part of the train to arrive. The sun is low, rising, sharply lighting up all the pylons and tracks and wires and structures of the railway station. A man asks whether or not this is the train to Munich.
* After the train has passed Moosburg look out at the flat riverside country-now predominantly green, but with browns and yellows. Verde, marrom, amarelho, agua azul
There is water vapour rising from the river meandering through the plain.
cold air, precipitating the moisture out of the air warmed by the river's water. The cold and the colder
3 taps that is it,alarm silent. go the bathroom, shower. Return, put out the blue trousers and a fresh shirt. The cat, curious, rubs its head against a leg. That is it, all is well, now wait for the second sounding of st Martins bells. Saint Martin's is lit in early morning yellow sunlight, the sky is clear and strong dark blue. The alley is in the shade. All these hundreds of thousands of orange bricks that make up the church are lit. Over one hundred and thirty metres high. These orange bricks reflect in the surface of the cobblestones, surfaces polished by the rubber-tired wheels of the many cars that pass after them every day. A cyclist with a black helmet is just rounding the corner at the end of the street. See him disappear on his way into town.
For the pageant next month, workers have erected a wooden booth at the entrance to the town, near the bus stop. This booth has been done in an oldfashioned rustical style, with round tree trunks making up the pillars to hold up the awning. It is well done, but the materials are deliberately kept rough. To make it look medieval.
Dolores is on her seat in the bus shelter, she looks tired and unhappy today. The bright sunlight lights up christ church, across the river, the rivers ripple's glittering in the sun. Reflecting the blue of the shy and the green of the trees.
That verbose bus driver, his commenting on everything, loud, attention seeking. Take the ticket, and move on to the deserted back of the bus.
.
Find a path through the hundreds of bicycles left in front of the railway station. go to the bakery, ask the woman behind the counter for a coffee. she is unfriendly too, hard- accented, rough speech, maintaining a facial expression that looks a bit like a crumpled rucksack. she shouts over to the younger man at the coffee machine two metres away, telling him to make one medium coffee. He does, and at least he is friendly.
go to the platform, join the other people waiting in a group for the first part of the train to arrive. The sun is low, rising, sharply lighting up all the pylons and tracks and wires and structures of the railway station. A man asks whether or not this is the train to Munich.
* After the train has passed Moosburg look out at the flat riverside country-now predominantly green, but with browns and yellows. Verde, marrom, amarelho, agua azul
There is water vapour rising from the river meandering through the plain.
cold air, precipitating the moisture out of the air warmed by the river's water. The cold and the colder
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