fed at five twenty five.

1ST of March 2018
The cat interferes with the nights dreaming. The animal is unhappy, it makes noises. get up, open the door.
The cat does not want to go out. Bend down and stroke the bony small head.
The cat starts to purr. Leave the door to the kitchen open, the cat purrs on for while.

Go back to bed.


The noise from the alarm on the ipad wakens, get up, turn the sound off and go to the bathroom. It is bitterly cold today everything is cold to the touch.
After having washed, go to the kitchen, put some food on the plate for the cat. The cat was hungry, for whatever reason. Hungry at four in the morning, and gets fed at five twenty five.
Turn off the lights, leave the house containing the wife, the cat and the son. Two asleep, one eating.
Walk through the town in the icy cold. There is less iced-over snow at the side of the streets, the sunlight during the day must have caused some of it to melt. The air is very dry.
Dolores is talking to the people in the bakery shop at the town gate. High voices, it is not possible to hear the words properly.
Stand inside the shelter, watch dolores approach. Wish her a good morning. It is so cold today.
There is a rush to get off the  bus today, with people positioning themselves at the doors in order to be the first to leave. Be the last to leave. The north polar air has the station in it's grip, there is nobody at the ash tray, nobody out on the steps. There are fewer bicycles too, it is just too cold for comfortable cycling.
Coffee from the bald-headed bearded man, tastes strong and different, maybe they have a different coffee supplier now. Write these notes at the small table opposite to the fidgety man. The waiting room is crowded today, it is too cold to wait out on the platform.