Monday, 11 September 2017

no longer hot

Awaken late,it is light outside,the flight last night was late, delayed by a storm in Dublin.
The cat is on the bed, comfortable cat.
Take a shower, shave. Be clean, take fresh clothing from the wardrobe.
And out into the alley between the houses. The town is busy now, it is past seven in the mornig, thesmall German town is awakening. All is well, the weather is dry.
The bus station at the river is full of people waiting for the bus number two, the bus that passes by the hospital on the way to the railway station. Oh, there is no other way, that is the way to go. Wait five minutes, then take the ten minute journey. Cafe Yorma at the railway station is quiet, get the coffee, given by the friendly girl with the black-rimmed glasses. A croissant would be nice, buy one of those No, without a ckdolate filling, would be nice-The croissant in a paper bag, go to the table the cafe, hold on to the paper up. The croissant is covered in powdered sugar, a strange thing.
The train will leave at seven forty seven, that is written on the big notice. So to the platform, four minutes early. That is good time, it is in good time. At the platform, I see that track number five is being replaced. The new rails are already there, but no sleepers.
The train arrives on time, and then moves aft through a sunlit landscape, early and Autumnal, it is still warm and sunny, but it is no longer hot.

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