a left-over wind

4. 1. 2018
 The alarm on the pad strums its waking melody, take eave turning it off, he sure to silence it permanently, and not to let it snooze Shower and wash. Wash under the shower. Then a white shirt, left out from the last concert. Give the shirt another days wear he to putting it into the wash.Collate the items for the day on the table in the hall, put them into their respective pockets. Leave the house after checking the mail. The tablet is more than just an alarm clock.
The streets are not wet today, there is a left-over wind, the remains of yesterday's storm. There are piles of yellow plastic bags filled with plastic waste in front of all the houses,waiting to be collected.The town is quiet, it is the first week in the year. People are still on holidays. The black bakery truck is unloading at the town gate, hear the rattle of the plastic containers being dragged actors the wet at floor of the vehicle. Every day a delivery of all those ready made pastries and breads. The bus shelter is deserted, watch the traffic pass on the main road.
It is the most peaceful time of the year.

The bus is not really full, but there are no free seats,not without having to sit beside somebody. Double check, there is no wish to compromise anybodys privacy or personal space. See- there is a free space after all, on one of the spaces facing the rear of the bus. Sit there with the back turned to the driver.  
Later, at the deserted coffee bar, with just the young woman with the moles on her face and neck serving, order the usual large coffee and receive the first stamp on the new discount card.

In the waiting room the fidgety man has taken to reading a book with a worn black cover. It looks a bit like a christian Bible, but it is too thin. At in a very worn cover, and a glimpse of the yellowed pages inside as he turns a page confirms that it is not a bible. The type is too large. The woman opposite, wearing a peruvian knitted hat, looks up. She gives a strange look. Two men, one reading a black book, and one writing notes in a black book.