Warteschlange in Nebenstraßen. Der Weg in die Stadt zurück, schwerer als sonst. Goldener Schimmer des sich auflösenden Tages auf dichtem Laub, dahinter ein blassblauer Himmel. Keine Musik. Eine Hand voll heller Momente vor der Dämmerung. Gedankenlos und dahintreibend.
Finally: Watching networks repeatedly switch and clouds pull close across the water. A piazza filled with young people, a crowd of Vespa rollers heading for whatever is still left undone today. Music from an electric piano, an older vocalist, a slightly uncanny rendition of movie soundtrack classics. And a lot of sleep in the moment, fully aware of the distance for a second, noticing soul didn't completely catch up yet. Have a soft night wherever you are.
Waiting for the night.