Steel

Monday, 4th February 2019

There is snow everywhere today, heavy

wistallme sort of snow. It is about twenty

centimetres deep on the car roofs, because of the

attentions of the municipal tax employees it has

turned to salty mush on the street's centre.

And due to the men in orange who clean the streets

there are tiny piles of snow here and there, they

have been pushed there by the snow ploughs.

There is traffic in the

no old town, but for two

cyclists, well wrapped against the cold, driving

carefully through tk snow.

The bus arrives punctually, like almost every

morning. The driver comments that there are arty

fares for short distances. Agree. Shrug.

The cafe is full tetay, tk waiting room is

vaehed. The fidgety man, the morose man,

they are all there today.

Take the coffee to the snow encrusted

platform and wait. Think about the man

at the entrance to the railway station, using

a steel scraper to remove the crust of

trodden snow foomtte steps. He is an old

man, Hat is a lousy pot. He does it well,

but it is a hard life.