A bit later, measured time differing from perceived time again. Last light of this day fading into the Western horizon, a few stars flickering to claim a velvet sky. Stretching on a hard floor. Humming with the late traffic. Different strategies to tackle tensions, few of them actually work. Have a quiet night wherever you are.
Closing in on 10am. Moving on again. A bag of memories and laundry in the trunk. A load of images and topics on the mind. Trying to be as here as now permits it. The road winding, a concrete trail. Quiet are the forests.
(Nachmittag. An der Grenze zur Dämmerung: Doch noch eine Idee von Sonne, Amselduett und erster längerer Kontakt mit der Außenwelt. Blinzeln im Zwielicht. Gänsehaut. Nicht müde, aber auch nicht richtig wach.)
Very much later again. Moths dancing around the small lantern. Backdoor near the creek, attentive and waiting for any movements and noises but inhabitants of these hours are good at keeping unseen, unheard, unnoticed. This day started passed ended a bit more silent than others. Week seems far, as does the city. Weary mind, troubled thoughts. Have a calm night wherever you are.
9am and on, roadside mood. Engine sounds, vibrations, a feeling of guilt as well as of lack of choices. In between valleys and hills and fields, mountains already ahead. No opinions yet on the light this day decides to have.