Miles away and everything just looks the same. Rain turns to fog to rain in front of windscreens. A line of parked trucks, headlights passing by at arms length. Moments unsure of place and hour but sure of missing the winter sea.
5pm and on. Mixing up time zones and time units again. Floating with the afternoon, unsure whether it touches evening already. Still hard to calm down, still hard to lose that speed that has been around all week. (And trying to ignore everything that has been postponed again, knowing it will be back soon enough. Dusty plains and dried earth left and right of the road. Moving on, missing clouds, waiting to finally enter the forests again.)