failure

 Stand in front of the house in the Kirchgasse, having just stepped out. It is wet and cold and miserable. This was not visible from the inside, it was not to be heard. The legs covered in denim cloth and the jacket from the old work place, it is all so unsatisfactory. The wind finds every crack in the clothing, this is not going to work. There is a nauseous feeling now and dizziness too. Go back indoors.

Go back up the stairs, ignore the bicycles all standing around, people are too lazy to put them in the back.

There is nothing but a dismal feeling of failure now.

Earlier, it was different, up early turn off the alarm, poach a couple of eggs, make coffee. It was a lively scenario. Put on the boots. Ignore the mystified glances from the cat. Early breakfast, ready to go.  Check on the news and the mail, there is not much of either this Sunday. Give the cat a pat, and then go down the creaking stairs to leave the house.

The door is stiff, there is the noise of a car passing through a puddle outside.

Step outside the house.

Stand in front of the house in the Kirchgasse......