horse and cart

July 17, 2003

The walk from the apartment to the train station takes about 10 minutes. I dawdled a little bit this morning, pausing to attempt to photograph a gray cat in the shade of a rusting wheelbarrow. The cat noticed me and took off just as I clicked the shutter. Too bad. It would have been a good image. I put the camera back in the bag and picked up my pace toward the train station.

I heard the clip-clop sound of horses' hooves behind me and turned to see a cart load of hay pulled by two horses going down the middle of the street. Surrounded by all the tiny Opels, Trabants, and Suzuki Swifts the horse cart looked gargantuan. It took up the whole street. The little cars had to pull over to the side to let it pass. My brain couldn't figure out if the horse and cart or the cars were in the wrong picture. The scale was just way off.

It's beastly hot and so humid that the clothes I washed yesterday haven't dried yet. I was dripping with sweat by the time I got to the train station. Many more people than usual were waiting. Apparently no train had come for some time this morning. An empty train finally pulled in, stopped, sat there for 3 to 5 minutes without opening the door and then took off. Empty! It was a good twenty minutes before the next one came and we could actually get on it. I felt baked by then.

Today's Reading
The Orchard by Adele Crockett Robertson

This Year's Reading
2003 Book List

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Chain Bridge