The cat holds out her head, stroke the soft fur,
feel the bony skull underneath. she purrs loudly
and steadily, seeming to like the attention.
Leave the house at half past five, there is a
steady wind in the alley, driving ice cold
nearly frozen, rain. Hold the hood up over
the head, prevent it from being blown away
with the hand on the head. The frozen water
in driven into the face, the glasses are covered
with drops of water, the refraction of the light
from the street lanterns causing fields of spots
in front obstructing vision. Bright glowing
spots.
On the way to the bus stop, the snow now
a soggy mass under foot, The rain solidify-
into snow, the wind making sure the damp
stuff is blown into the face.
Dolores at the bus stop, wet and bedraggled.
The rain has turned into snow, the ground
is now covered in slush.
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Hurry over the forecourt of the railway
station, into the bright warm stuffy cafe.
The fidgety man has reserved a table by
depositing bags all over the surface, He has
bags for his computers, his rucksack
and a plastic bag. He is like that every day,
it in much as if he is moving house.
The train is in the station on time, and
that is the end of it. The vehicle drives in, stops
and starts all the way to Moosburg.
It is a day of delay.
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