Monday, 22 January 2018

Snow

Monday 22 January 2018
a night of not sleeping past and over, maybe some sleep, but a matter of pointless musings drifting into unintelligible dreams.
The faithful pad wakes at five and starts to play the strumming music. Turn it off, turn the light on, go for a shower, and with the hair all washed go and gather the things needed for the day. First the clothing, then the bag. Down the stairs and out, into the alley. The alley is white with the fresh snow that is still falling. After a short distance, realise that the wallet is not in the pocket of the jacket.  Return, leaving the plastic bag with the new boots, and the daily canvas bag at the bottom of the stairs
The wallet is still in the little cabinet where it had been left Last night. Into the metal will it, down the stairs, and out into the alley again. The snow and ice underfoot are slippery, the salt spread yesterday is not effective anymore.
At the bus stop, greet dolores. The bog cotton man is standing some distance away, outside the shelter. Stay in the shelter, watch the cars
crawl - on - by.
They are slow today, on account of the slippery surface. The exhaust noises are louder, different. Maybe an account At the cold, or else it is because the tyre noise is dampened. A big orange truck belonging to the municipality passes, all orange flashing lights ablaze, a snowplough on the front and a salt spreader to the rear.
Take the has to the station, as almost every weekday.

There is no smoker in the snow in front of the station.

Order a coffee, sit in the cafe waiting room. It is Monday, and it is a day that is cold and miserable. And everything is covered in snow, the snow still falling out of the sky in tiny powdery flakes.
And the people in the cafe are happy, joking with each other. They have a good working atmosphere.,


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