Awake, after a night of bad dreams and wakeful breaks in the nocturnal repose.
Turn off the noise from the tablet.
Have a shower, change the brush on the electric toothbrush for a new one, and brush the teeth.
Let the cat in, it is cold enough outside for the cat to express great haste in it's movements.
When all is done, pack the brown bag an leave the house for the bare cold shadowy alley. At the end of the alley, as it turns into the square around the church, there is a red heart-shaped balloon, on the ground, feeblytrying to rise. It is a left over heart from Valentine's Day, straining against the weight of the string attached to its seal. It has lost its helium and has come down during the night. Now it is just a heart shaped balloon at the back of the church.
there is a single pedestrian on the big main street, a man in a hurry with a identification tag fsad to his belt. A card holder, the card may gain him entry somewhere, in some big company
Having reached the town gate, see a man shouting at the bus stop, standing in the middle of the road, shouting at Dolores. He is a stocky little Turk, about fifty years old. He turns, and walks off, with the stiff legged gait of the self-righteous.
When at the bus shelter, say 'good morning' to Dolores. She mumbles something in return. She is covering her face with the scarf that she is wearing around her neck.
It is cold today.
At the station, later, after the five minute bus journey, stand in line at the cafe. The young women
with the dark rimmed glasses serves, she takes the money, and stamps the card.
A short while later, the big bald-headed young man with the beard serves the coffee, say thank you, he wishes a good day.
Sit in the empty waiting room, waiting. The two, the woman with the dark glasses and the man with the beard, seem to get on very well indeed, working in the almost intimate closeness behind the counter of the cafe. She makes a show of attacking him, and he screams for help, protesting a molestation. He is joking, the two really just get on well.
It is time to go to the platform, to take the train that will go to Munich. Before reaching Munich, however, there will he Freising, and the local train, and then the bus.
But now the train has just passed Moosburg, and a man with a jacket smelling of garlic has taken a seat opposite. A mass of cold air has also cone in through the open double doors.
This is public transport, you cannot choose
Turn off the noise from the tablet.
Have a shower, change the brush on the electric toothbrush for a new one, and brush the teeth.
Let the cat in, it is cold enough outside for the cat to express great haste in it's movements.
When all is done, pack the brown bag an leave the house for the bare cold shadowy alley. At the end of the alley, as it turns into the square around the church, there is a red heart-shaped balloon, on the ground, feeblytrying to rise. It is a left over heart from Valentine's Day, straining against the weight of the string attached to its seal. It has lost its helium and has come down during the night. Now it is just a heart shaped balloon at the back of the church.
there is a single pedestrian on the big main street, a man in a hurry with a identification tag fsad to his belt. A card holder, the card may gain him entry somewhere, in some big company
Having reached the town gate, see a man shouting at the bus stop, standing in the middle of the road, shouting at Dolores. He is a stocky little Turk, about fifty years old. He turns, and walks off, with the stiff legged gait of the self-righteous.
When at the bus shelter, say 'good morning' to Dolores. She mumbles something in return. She is covering her face with the scarf that she is wearing around her neck.
It is cold today.
At the station, later, after the five minute bus journey, stand in line at the cafe. The young women
with the dark rimmed glasses serves, she takes the money, and stamps the card.
A short while later, the big bald-headed young man with the beard serves the coffee, say thank you, he wishes a good day.
Sit in the empty waiting room, waiting. The two, the woman with the dark glasses and the man with the beard, seem to get on very well indeed, working in the almost intimate closeness behind the counter of the cafe. She makes a show of attacking him, and he screams for help, protesting a molestation. He is joking, the two really just get on well.
It is time to go to the platform, to take the train that will go to Munich. Before reaching Munich, however, there will he Freising, and the local train, and then the bus.
But now the train has just passed Moosburg, and a man with a jacket smelling of garlic has taken a seat opposite. A mass of cold air has also cone in through the open double doors.
This is public transport, you cannot choose
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