plaited his beard today

The street is wet, and the pavement around the church is covered in snow.

At the small park by the bus stop, five ducks and two pigeons are picking and pecking at a mass of crumbs on the ground.

The bog cotton man is at the bus stop, in the bus shelter. He wishes a good morning. And the teachemam arrives, just as the bus approaches.

The daily dreariness is accentuated by the miserable weather, the rain, the heaps of sodden snow everywhere.

At the railway station, there is the smoker, standing in the rain, slush on the ground everywhere. He is wearing a peaked cap, perhaps to keep his cigarette dry. He is smiling, cheerful, and wishes a good morning.


The people in the cafe are happy and cheerful today, who knows why, The big bald headed man has plaited his beard today. The train is quite empty too, and the landscape is snow covered, there is really nothing today.

Other than that it is Friday, the end of the week, The last day before two weeks break from work, two weeks holidays.