(Alle Hörer aufgelegt. Schreibtisch in Parkstellung. Abgeschlossene Türen, die Schritte führen durch andere Gegenden. Bilder sammeln von altem Grau, neuem Grün und dem blühenden Gebüsch neben der Postfiliale, die schon seit Jahren staubig vor sich hindämmert. Und irgendwann zieht wieder Regen auf, irgendwann flieht man abendwärts, heimwärts.)
Afternoons in between. Sun of spring in wintry cold. Steel blue skies spanning hazy distance. Odds, ends, yesterday, today, conversations along lifelines. And the depth that hides in between some words and the short moment of silence they leave.
Closing in on 8pm. Returned. Slowing down. Recharging, still short on rest. Grateful for moments given, yet exhausted. Needs music but calm and dark. Avoiding everything to harshly pierce into that odd state of soul and mind.
3pm and on. The afternoon has more fireworks, a bit more noise and a bit more coffee, cookies and the silence of candle-lit rooms. Still unsure what conclusion to draw from another year that passed, still unsure whether there are any resolutions to strive for the coming months. Maybe, being oneself and remaining kind seems a good starting point though.
6pm. Kitchens under dark skies. Cleaning up. Routine speeds things up. Boxing and freezing leftovers. Eating some cookies that remained after these hours. Way too much coffee, racing heartbeat and a dizzy noise in ears and mind. A sigh. Slowing down.