A lot later and miles away: Trying to step back a bit and watch ones own stream of consciousness dig through similar topics again. Hesitating to take the time drafting an image of ones inner map. Maybe outcome would be either scary or trivial. Not sure which might be better. Not likely to ask the model about that, for it's quite likely to come up with answers even less helpful by now. Watching, listening, smelling the village and its green vicinity slowly drift into sleep again instead. Have a calm night wherever you are.
Unterwegs im frühen Morgen und seinen dunkleren Ecken. Noch ohne Kaffee, ohne Karte, Kompass oder Wegweiser. Richtung als Ahnung, bestenfalls. Also streift man sich den neuen Tag über, streckt und dehnt sich und wartet, dass er aufhört zu spannen und zu kratzen. Der Kühlschrank wirkt lauter als sonst, unten werden harte Räder über die Steine gezogen und dem Ohr bleibt verborgen, ob Rollkoffer oder Mülltonnen ihren Aufenthaltsort wechseln. Eine Motte an der Lampe, ein Flattern hinter der Fensterscheibe, Taubenstreit und distanzierte Krähen. Selbstwerdung vor dem Sonnenaufgang. Habt es mild heute!)
The texture of skies like taken from romantic paintings. A tired light to take rest in calm darkness. Across the street, windows are still open wide, fragments of serious conversations mixed into easy music, accompanied by the sound of dishes and glasses. Candles flickering in the dark, the late bus departing from the station, a driver in his professional clothes heading home following the small spot of a burning cigarette down the streets. A picked guitar, individual notes, an improvisation starting to take shape and yet unwilling to move beyond that early stage. Incenses. More liner notes along this page. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
Finally, wrapping up the day. Counting the miles, feeling some in muscles and bones. Breathing tropical air. A moist warm breeze carrying music again, distant drums, fireworks, the vivid chatter of the yards. A slow fading of light, a slow sleep. Have a calm night wherever you are!
Much later again. A change of place a change of worlds, and still waiting for the soul to catch up. Calm skies invisible above sleepy trees, the sounds of meadows and creek and innumerable hidden lifeforms and a distant celebration welcoming the end of this week. Taking a deep sip, from the glass, from the night, from the mood to fill that very moment. Still restless, but at least motionless. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.