Flimsy

But that is over now, the train moves out of the station into the surmmdrg dark of the countryside. The first working day of this short week has begun. 
Friday October 6, 2017
The dark alley, dark and chilly, street lanterns and cobbles. And a lone cyclist with a very bright red rear lamp. all these led technology lamps everywhere. Pass the church, and there is the cyclist again. One of his bags has fallen off the rear of the bicycle, and he is fixing it back on: all the bags and things needed attached to a flimsy wire carrier with belts.

See the bog cotton man ahead. He passes out thtvugh the archway that used to hold the town gate, onward to the bus stop. Just before he reaches the stop, he paused, and lights up a cigarette.
Across the water, there is the hotel, with all the lights. The reflections in the water, shivering and sparkling as the current ripples the water. And all ease is black. In the other direction, speeding cars in a hurry, rushing along the orange-lit roads, headlights ablaze; white, halogen gas lamps, or xenon flares. All lights, all different colours.

All different uses