Trina's North Germany

A glimpse into an ordinary German life


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Sunday morning

I promised to continue with the exercises from Writing101, so here we go with day 10: 
Day 10 So far, we’ve found inspiration from our own experiences, images, words, and more. Today, let’s quietly observe the world around us and write about what we see.

Find a spot where you can sit and observe for at least 20 minutes: a bench at a park, shopping mall, or museum; from inside your car in a parking lot; or even a place close to home, like your front porch. Ideally, it’s a location where you can watch action and interaction in a setting (between people, wildlife, weather, etc.).

deserted  main street 2

Deserted main street

It is cold today. Minus 4 degrees and a hard wind blowing. Went out on the morning walk with the dog at 08.50. Walked through the village for almost an hour. I meet one woman, whose face I can’t see because she has wound her scarf around her face and ears, covering mouth and nose. She has a terrier with her. Our dogs are greeting each other, wagging their tales and going into this typical pose with the front paws down, signaling they want to play with each other. I stop to talk to her, but she just tells me it is too cold to stand around watching the dogs play and hurries on. I continue down the main street, which is deserted, cross the big parking place outside the supermarket, pass the small library and the church. I do not meet a soul. This is unusual for a Sunday. At this time I always meet this sweet old couple, two ladies, with a small toy poodle, and our neighbor Rudi with his huge dog, that when greeting me likes to put its paws on my shoulders. Neither do I see our other neighbor, Jens, who always wears work trousers and boots, even though he has been a pensioner for at least 8 years. I am missing the young boy, maybe eight or nine years old, who always whirs past us on his bicycle, carrying a bag with fresh bread rolls, he buys at the local bakery. I am freezing and all I can hear is the sound of the wind, icy cold. I feel alone, but  then the church bells start ringing and I know that after all everything is alright. It is a real Sunday, the first one in the new year and maybe everybody is just a bit more late than usual. After all, tomorrow is Sunday and the school holidays end and life will be its usual busy self.