The Regulars

I got this cool program on my iphone called "iwakeup" that tries its best to wake us up in the morning with a selection of sounds from nature from which I normally use a calming noise of a forest as a main theme. Getting up is difficult considering the latitude of Holland and the time of year. The sound of the woodpecker from my iphone says it is time but the eyes can not believe the dark of the outside as a true morning.
I know a few people here who are deeply into photography and they were telling me how much they love the scattered light caused by the ever cloudy sky here. Going out is like walking into a big hall with a dimmed florescent lamp. Not bright nor dark, no shadows but something tells you that there must be a sun somewhere.
If I manage to leave on time, I normally meet a bunch of regular people in the station and or along the way when I watch them boarding the bus. There is almost everyday a man cycling very fast just before the bus comes. On a speed bike and with a blue windproof coat and amber cycling glasses, he passes  like wind yet you hear him breathing fast and feel him sweating heavily under the jacket. Maybe he is one of those CEOs who have a shower in their offices!

Apart from some irregulars like the boy de ear piercing and the the guy van red hat, there are others that I may call the regulars like the guy with two newspapers or the girl with the heavy hardback book. After one station, a family of three board the bus. A mother with two boys, one hand pulling one boy and another pushing the stroller in which the other looks at his surroundings ever surprised no matter how similar the bus looks from the day before. The mom has to stamp the ticket so the older boy find his hand free from the mom and runs inside the bus. She pushes the stroller in, puts the foot break on, calls for the older boy and rests her back on the side of the bus. She looks exhausted already.

Sometimes if I am early, there I see another family of three boarding the bus. Again a mom, a boy and a little girl. They speak English and the kids speak loudly all along the trip and I can hear their plans for the day and after school. The girl is spectacled and wears an eye patch on one of her eyes that each day, has a different colour and patter. A blue flower or a pink one. The three of them cramp on the single seat in front of the bus and the talks go on. I get to the office and normally head to a coffee stand in the ground floor. I am becoming a regular and they start preparing the medium latte that will take me through the morning...just another regular day.

Comments

[Spooky Witch]

Hey..you should get your bike of your own!it is cheaper..Just little bit too cold in winter. I don't enjoy anything more than biking in A'dam.
Been to a coffee shop yet?Joking..the goverment has along plan to shut them down..bad for American tourists!

[youtube]

cool post keep your nice blog up.

[Artha Dinata]

hello...
just wanna say hello from Indonesia....

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