fed by the rain

Wednesday. 9.8.

The wet, the church alley is a glistening lane. There are those yellow plastic bags in front of each house, yellow plastic bags containing the waste left after all the tiny yoghurt has been eaten, the bags containing all of that waste plastic packaging, yellow bags full of it in front of every house. They are all getting wet now, glistening in the lamplight.

The brown man hurries down the main street, down to the Town Hall, off into the distance.

Alone at the bus stop today, wait in the rain.

The smoker is at the railway station, smoking under the awning to remain dry. Inside the station, all is cosy bright, the lights fitted at Yorma's cafe are really bright -the indian girl serves again, she is a little bit confused today

The light is glaring bright here too

1 be platform full of people hurrying, the train opens the doors, people get out. yellow light in the carriage, weak small fluorescent tuhes.

A grey mass of clouds outside, rain drops on the window.

Dark green foliage outside, fed by the rain, the river will be a major torrent tomorrow, fed by the rain.