10pm and shutting down. Window still opened a bit, watching the harbour lights rearrange in a constant flow. Next to the pier, a parked car is started to be heading for the forest a wink of an eye later. Trying to see shorelines out there, tracking vessels using data and patience. Wondering whether Moon is covering herself with clouds now. Collecting what's left of the day to shape dreams of it. Have a calm night wherever you are.
(And then there's that passage between the quay and lighthouse, the sky is wearing these ever-quiet shades of early dusk, late light glittering on distant trawlers. And memories wash up old pictures again, same place now a dozen of years ago and it's the longer periods of time that went by to make changes visible and un-ignorable.)
Leisere Stunden, trotzdem intensiv und flüchtig. Schnee, Laub, Eis. Endlos anmutende Wälder. Überfrorene Seen, alte Sagen und man verliert sich plötzlich in Geschichten zu Ortsnamen, Völkerstämmen, verwunschenen Schlössern. Stets nur einen Steinwurf von den Wellen.
Aufschrecken, Aufstehen, Aufwachen, in dieser Reihenfolge. Mond noch über dem Wald, Spuren von Sonne ganz hinten dort, wo Himmel und See einander berühren. Gleiche Szene, anderer Morgen und nie zweimal dasselbe Licht. Wieder wird es Tag langsamer als anderswo, und wieder versucht man, das Nervöse im Selbst an die Eillosigkeit der Umgebung anzupassen. Kaffee zum Blick in die Weite, als ein Anfang. Habt es mild heute.
10pm and on. Ships, but as signatures of lights floating above the black waves. Distant islands unseen at daytime. The boats of the fishermen heading out again. Standing on the balcony, bare feet, trembling as new frost shrouds old parts of old cities, trembling both feeling cold and tired and yet humble and grateful. A silent breath under an endless veil of stars. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.