Tuesday, August 8,2017
Tuesday, and a monday feeling. To bed too late yesterday, Up too early. The lime and time has destroyed the shower head, it just needs replacing every few years. still, it just about works.
clear sky outside, the street is deserted empty, the cobbles have been swept earlier. The man in the brown outfit crosses the path ahead, crosses the way down to the river. The bakery at the town gate is preparing for the day's custom, the bus stop is deserted, so wait. A lorry loaded with concrete cast steps passes ahead.
Things of no great interest, things that will not add to the beauty of the day. The sun is not up yet, but it is bright, it is cool today. the young woman, Indian appearance serves the coffee. She speaks perfect german, she asks for small change.Look into the black wallet, see that there is none available. sorry. she will need to give change of
the ten euro note.
The cafe is empty too, there is no one sitting around. It is holiday season, all are gone, or at home.
the low sunlight illuminates the stubble of the shorn fields, glares in through the carriage window, untill the train arrives at Moosburg where it is blocked by the huge building for the parking cars. But- it is back again as soon as the train has left the station.
A small farm by a steaming river, an orchard to the rear, a picture of life before combine harvesters, before the need for huge sheds to save and protect the big farm machinery. A picture from the turn of the century before last, a time when times were not really better.
Tuesday, and a monday feeling. To bed too late yesterday, Up too early. The lime and time has destroyed the shower head, it just needs replacing every few years. still, it just about works.
clear sky outside, the street is deserted empty, the cobbles have been swept earlier. The man in the brown outfit crosses the path ahead, crosses the way down to the river. The bakery at the town gate is preparing for the day's custom, the bus stop is deserted, so wait. A lorry loaded with concrete cast steps passes ahead.
Things of no great interest, things that will not add to the beauty of the day. The sun is not up yet, but it is bright, it is cool today. the young woman, Indian appearance serves the coffee. She speaks perfect german, she asks for small change.Look into the black wallet, see that there is none available. sorry. she will need to give change of
the ten euro note.
The cafe is empty too, there is no one sitting around. It is holiday season, all are gone, or at home.
the low sunlight illuminates the stubble of the shorn fields, glares in through the carriage window, untill the train arrives at Moosburg where it is blocked by the huge building for the parking cars. But- it is back again as soon as the train has left the station.
A small farm by a steaming river, an orchard to the rear, a picture of life before combine harvesters, before the need for huge sheds to save and protect the big farm machinery. A picture from the turn of the century before last, a time when times were not really better.
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