16th of March, 2018
Linger abed for a few minutes more after sleep was ended by the strumming sound from the tablet. get up, brush the teeth and take a quick shower, to clean the mind and the body. The morning shower has become more important, it has become difficult to wake up so early without it.
At the junction of the church squire and the Old Town street young woman approaches, all a wrapped up against the cold, her hair done in plaits wrapped around the back of her head. A man hurries past, past the church, and the man in the brown outfit with the name tag on his belt crosses Theater street on his way down towards the quarter of town known as Nicola. It is comparatively for the early hour, a total of three people!
Walk down Theater street, on the way through the town gate see the bog cotton man at the distant bus stop. and there is Dolores too, sitting in the bus shutter. There is another man approaching, he is wearing colourful clothes, as if he was going to take part in some sporting competition. A small car stops at the edge of the main road, the driver leans over and opens the passenger door. She is wearing a headscar. It is Dolores' lift.
The old woman scuttles over to the waiting ear, driving off speedily as soon as she has closed the door.
so tired today. Tell out the money needed for the bus fare, be the last to board the bus. Pay the driver, a man with a brush-like mass of black hair on his head, and the a seat in the front half of the bus.
And
just before the bus stop at the station, get up, stand at the door, press the button. When the bus stops be the first off the bus, stride across the open space before the station. There is no man with a pigtail the ashtray today, and so enter the station hallway. There is a woman there, muttering hto herself about the police. A small, to all appearances unhappy woman. It is now five fifty, time for coffee at Yorma's.
The fidgety man is at the counter, he. pushes forward and puts his order in first. He presses his voice past a constricted throat, a strange squeaky phenomemon. It sounds as if he is trying to be loud and quiet at the same time. A while later, well-seven minutes later, listen to the loudspeaker announcements. Each announcement is heralded by a gong sound, two chimes, the seond higher than the first.
It is the same interval of pitch as the strumming sound from the tablet, in the morning. The first two notes. Never noticed that before. And the same timing too
There are fewer people on the plat form today, and the train has fewer people too. Today is Friday, and later on there with he a barber's appointment.
A short day at work.
Linger abed for a few minutes more after sleep was ended by the strumming sound from the tablet. get up, brush the teeth and take a quick shower, to clean the mind and the body. The morning shower has become more important, it has become difficult to wake up so early without it.
At the junction of the church squire and the Old Town street young woman approaches, all a wrapped up against the cold, her hair done in plaits wrapped around the back of her head. A man hurries past, past the church, and the man in the brown outfit with the name tag on his belt crosses Theater street on his way down towards the quarter of town known as Nicola. It is comparatively for the early hour, a total of three people!
Walk down Theater street, on the way through the town gate see the bog cotton man at the distant bus stop. and there is Dolores too, sitting in the bus shutter. There is another man approaching, he is wearing colourful clothes, as if he was going to take part in some sporting competition. A small car stops at the edge of the main road, the driver leans over and opens the passenger door. She is wearing a headscar. It is Dolores' lift.
The old woman scuttles over to the waiting ear, driving off speedily as soon as she has closed the door.
so tired today. Tell out the money needed for the bus fare, be the last to board the bus. Pay the driver, a man with a brush-like mass of black hair on his head, and the a seat in the front half of the bus.
And
just before the bus stop at the station, get up, stand at the door, press the button. When the bus stops be the first off the bus, stride across the open space before the station. There is no man with a pigtail the ashtray today, and so enter the station hallway. There is a woman there, muttering hto herself about the police. A small, to all appearances unhappy woman. It is now five fifty, time for coffee at Yorma's.
The fidgety man is at the counter, he. pushes forward and puts his order in first. He presses his voice past a constricted throat, a strange squeaky phenomemon. It sounds as if he is trying to be loud and quiet at the same time. A while later, well-seven minutes later, listen to the loudspeaker announcements. Each announcement is heralded by a gong sound, two chimes, the seond higher than the first.
It is the same interval of pitch as the strumming sound from the tablet, in the morning. The first two notes. Never noticed that before. And the same timing too
There are fewer people on the plat form today, and the train has fewer people too. Today is Friday, and later on there with he a barber's appointment.
A short day at work.
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