Und Sonntagabend, andere Stunde, gleicher Ort. Küchendynamik und alte Musik und neue alte Sorgen und die Seele irgendwo zwischendrin. Immer noch fehlt Lieblingstee, aber man gewöhnt sich an Alternativen. Ordnung schaffen, erratisch und eher getrieben als gezielt. Katze schläft und ignoriert. Mond lässt noch auf sich warten.
Returning with the fading afternoon. Sun still on warm faces, feeling the heat of the day the dust of soft forest ground and the surface of a few small pieces of wood kept close in the trousers pockets. Between not wanting to collect more things and having nearby small artifacts of random meaning.
Resync. The machine connected again. Parallel sessions but sequential thoughts. Inner conflicts growing from external thrust. Veil between here and the hills. Floating in afternoon. 3pm and still in between different wake states.
No sun, no sunset. Dogs near the river. House sized advertisements. An old distinguished couple in Sunday clothes on an afternoon walk. And tourists finding their way in and out of the city. Entrance rituals. Cold hands cold ears, slightly dehydrated and slightly off sync with everything.
(Sometimes, task juggling helps staying awake. Sometimes, task juggling and context switching adds to feeling tired and overwhelmed. Sometimes, there's way more input than one feels up to consume in generally tense days. How to stay calm for those that might need it when being stirred and torn oneself?)