up
up, check the time
five
first of March
first, set the watch
Date
Friday March first two thousand and nineteen
Silence the tablet
Brush the teeth
put clothes on
ready for the day
down the stairs
hear the rain drip on the skylight
wet cobbles glistening
reflection of a lantern in a pudddle framed by cobbles
hair is soaked wet by the time the bus shelter is entered
Good morning to Dolores
The bus ride, rush from the tyres in the wet, the window all steamed up
Smoker on the steps under the station's concrete awning, studying his mobile 'phone.
Coffee from the friendly girl, her name is Andrea, small dark haired black rimmed cool glasses, big friendly face.
The big bald man with the wild red beard is serving too, belly pushing out his yellow tee shirt.
The train is full today, there are many holiday makers.
The ticket collector looks at the face and say
Bastscho.
Ok
An expression of assent and agreement from nether Bavaria.
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