Orion

A crescent moon over the castle, Orion with belt and sword over the main road to Munich.
It is a clear morning. Not really cold.
Dolores is at the bus stop.
The big bell of saint Martin's church was silent today, the tiny tinny sound of the bell at the Jesuit church had to do instead. The big church bell may have been silent for some time now, it's silence at half past five unnoticed.
The bus is arriving, a low long moving structure approaching under the orange lit road. It is a bus with a bellows in the middle, an articulated vehicle. It is under the clear sky, under
Orion's belt and sword.
The railway station is busy, there is a large truck backed up to the steps at the main entrance, standing exactly there where the smoker normally, regularily, stands.
It is busyin the cafe today, there are many people about. some impatient others relaxed. The waiting room is deserted,
Later, at platform six, the train is just arriving. There is a door closing, put the hand into the narrowing slit, trip the safety system, the door open again. that is how it goes.
Find a seat, the long haired girl at the table allows the request to sit opposite. She reads her orange folder, stroking the black hair all the white. Fashionable dark glasses, and a white headphone cable. That is the only the beginning, the carriage rapidly becomes moreand even more crowded.
Lucky to get a seat at all.