Much later again. Silent, contemplative, watching, noticing. People sitting on the windowsills just across the street, fourth floor. Dark music, a cigarette and some bottles of beer. Collecting the various leftovers of this day, adding some glue and cuts for a somewhat consistent movie. Dreamworks, somehow, while the hands of the clock point out different numbers and the week is drawing near once more. Half asleep probably, by now. Have a calm night wherever you are.
An evening between wind and rain, now considerably cooled down. Street lamps' reflections in a soft dance, on wet surfaces. A dog strolling towards the river, followed by the pale light of a mobile device and the glowing tip of a cigarette. Drops through branches and leaves, in the backyard. TV voices, music, distant thunder. A yawning city, a few hours from the new week. Sleep tight wherever you are.
Schließlich wurde auch heute genügend viel Nacht zusammengetragen, um Schlaf als ernste Option in Betracht zu ziehen. Wochengrenze, es regnet wieder und der Hauch durch die Fenster bleibt feucht und kalt. Unten wird auf den Balkonen geraucht, gegenüber findet ein Telefonat nicht zum Punkt. Die ersten alten neuen Themen werfen ihre Schatten voraus; Verteilung von geplanten Ereignissen in Kalendernischen, um ein Gefühl von Kontrolle zu verspüren. Was der Sonntagabend eben so hergibt. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
7pm and on. Late kitchen mood. Considering the effort of preparing food and cleaning up compared to the time spent on the meal itself. Also, temporarily exposed to daily news, and now silent close to an open window waiting for the raging noise to settle. Never enough wine.
10pm. Slow stop. A different physical kind of exhaustion. Piano through headphones, before the stars move by and evening completely fades. A late Sunday dinner still taking place across the street, huge candles on a huge table and the flickering of the shadows grows into stories and movies of its own. Spending a few odd moments lip syncing random lines of imaginary conversations. And then turning away, in a sudden feeling of guilt and shame, as if being an uninvited guest in an intimate environment. Retreat. Rinsing away the hours. Embracing sleep again. Have a calm night wherever you are.