28 June 2017
The air from the open window is still fresh early in the morning, as the alarm sounds. Take off that breathing mask, turn off the compressor.
Upon leaving the shower, meet the cat in the hall. She is in some affectionate mode today.
Go down the stairwell, have the house. see that it is the yellow waste bag day today. There are yellow bags in front of all of the neighbours houses. So open the front door again, be careful not to let the cat out, and go to the yard at the back of the house. There are the yellow bags, filled with used packaging, ready for recycling. Take the bags, look around to locate the cat, see that she is sitting halfway up the stairs. Leave the house with the bags in hand. The cat is still to be seen, wistfully looking at the door to freedom, from halfway up the stairs.
Close the front door, and proceed on the first leg of the journey to work.
The church is brightly lit today, despite the sky being covered in grey clouds.
It is later, hurry through the town, hurry past the new bakery, through the arch of the town gate. Dolores is there, good morning, all is back in order. There is a new passenger, there, waiting, dark rimmed glasses, dark skin. Nervously moving back and forth unsure of when the bus may come, maybe unsure of being in the right place.
Wait, let them all, including the newly arrived teachermann, board the bus first. Pay the fare. The bus is not crowded, but full.
The young woman with the mattted hair is at her usual seat. Looking out of the window. Her forehead is covered with a lock of smooth blond hair, her rastafarian look mustbe growing out. She is waring a turquoise lace top today, all very pretty.
All get out at the station, walk past the other busses waiting there. There is the smoker at the ashtray, say the usual greeting, climb the stairs, go to the cafe. The tall man, the man with the shaven head., he knows the order, almost has the coffee on before it is ordered. The girl from the bus is there too, he hurries to serve her. she is an attractive customer, more attractive than the elderly man just served. Still, the eafé man is friendly, he is a man with routine, get the lid for the coffee, go to the table, there is the man with the road workers clothes and the serious expression.
Write these notes, the day's journey has begun.
The air from the open window is still fresh early in the morning, as the alarm sounds. Take off that breathing mask, turn off the compressor.
Upon leaving the shower, meet the cat in the hall. She is in some affectionate mode today.
Go down the stairwell, have the house. see that it is the yellow waste bag day today. There are yellow bags in front of all of the neighbours houses. So open the front door again, be careful not to let the cat out, and go to the yard at the back of the house. There are the yellow bags, filled with used packaging, ready for recycling. Take the bags, look around to locate the cat, see that she is sitting halfway up the stairs. Leave the house with the bags in hand. The cat is still to be seen, wistfully looking at the door to freedom, from halfway up the stairs.
Close the front door, and proceed on the first leg of the journey to work.
The church is brightly lit today, despite the sky being covered in grey clouds.
It is later, hurry through the town, hurry past the new bakery, through the arch of the town gate. Dolores is there, good morning, all is back in order. There is a new passenger, there, waiting, dark rimmed glasses, dark skin. Nervously moving back and forth unsure of when the bus may come, maybe unsure of being in the right place.
Wait, let them all, including the newly arrived teachermann, board the bus first. Pay the fare. The bus is not crowded, but full.
The young woman with the mattted hair is at her usual seat. Looking out of the window. Her forehead is covered with a lock of smooth blond hair, her rastafarian look mustbe growing out. She is waring a turquoise lace top today, all very pretty.
All get out at the station, walk past the other busses waiting there. There is the smoker at the ashtray, say the usual greeting, climb the stairs, go to the cafe. The tall man, the man with the shaven head., he knows the order, almost has the coffee on before it is ordered. The girl from the bus is there too, he hurries to serve her. she is an attractive customer, more attractive than the elderly man just served. Still, the eafé man is friendly, he is a man with routine, get the lid for the coffee, go to the table, there is the man with the road workers clothes and the serious expression.
Write these notes, the day's journey has begun.
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