Closing in on 5pm. Still resonating with the hours. High frequencies, some noise in between. And the heat of sun pouring through dusty windowpanes again. A bit more coffee, mentally arranging the things that still need to happen today. Exploring the difference between being tired and being exhausted.
Auch: Strukturanpassungen im Garten ziehen neue Sitzplätze nach sich. Tiefer im Grün, ferner des Weges und vermutlich gibt es Schlimmeres als das.
Draußen. Zurück im Grau. Abgewetzte Bordsteine, wilde Blumen, eine Frau mit einer roten Nelke eilt über die Brücke und den kleinen Fluss, ohne sich umzusehen. Daneben die Straßenbahn mit Werbung für ein örtliches Kabarett: Lachen, wenn's zum Heulen ist. Ein schmerzhaft reales Mantra.
Afternoon. The warm hours in the cold wind. And the sun to soothe mind and day. // 366skies
Die andere Stadt: Glühender Vorabend auf rauhem Asphalt. Bahnen dröhnen unter Brücken über alte Gleisen. Ein Fluss ein Hinterhof ein Glas und fast zu viele Eindrücke für einen so kleinen Moment.
Afternoon sun: Again in that continuous flow of juggling different toys in different browser tabs. Just to, once in a while, take one step back and end up feeling dizzy, wondering how much of this happens just unconsciously responding to whatever needs to be done. Closing in on 4pm. Listening to the fountain for a few seconds. Inexpensive luxury.
4pm and slowly on. Watching the weather, having another sip of water, briefly gazing across the notes covering the whole desk. (Familiar effect: Random snippets of information to not form a picture of some sort, at least not one someone would enjoy putting to a wall. Things that remain when the hours went through like a fast train.)
Closing in on 3pm. Ready to go outside again. Day is all about sun, strong wind and pale colours. Encountering a few familiar faces, almost failed to recognise people at first glance. The by-then backyard kids are young adults now, and this is a perception one needs to get used to, in all its various implications.