Different hour, same wind. Few people out there in the meadows, a huge dog chasing crows, and a bunch of teenagers dedicating the moment under the bridge to odd smoking gear. Moving with time once more, in unconscious steps. Watching, observing.
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4pm and on with the wind. The city behind, the city ahead. Fragments of perceptions shaping an illusion of fast movement, passing buildings, crossroads, railroad tracks, cars, busses and supermarket storefronts. Devoid of focus and no need for a meaning but all these colours!
Etwas spĂ€ter, immer noch verweilen in Reglosigkeit. WeiĂe Schmetterlinge ĂŒber gelben BlĂŒten. Pusteblumen zwischen Holz und Stein. Zaunkönig, Bachstelze, Rotkehlchen. Und die Welt in und hinter BĂŒchern. Room to dream.
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Closing in on 5pm. The daily rhythm, different in many ways. Resync with the clock to get a feeling of being grounded somehow. Trains ans highway and people and late afternoon buzz. And a sun to quietly dissappear in the hills.
(Dichtes GrĂŒn, verblĂŒhende Tulpen, Fliederbruch, WaschbĂ€rspuren auf Beet und Holz und Kamera. Holzbiene auf der Suche, Ameisen im Finden begriffen, an unbedeckten Beinen nach oben rennend. Verhandlungen ĂŒber Ort und Zeit, ohne irgendetwas bieten zu können, das einem wirklich gehört.)