4pm and on. Disconnected. Filed notes. A brief sigh and a window opened wide. Amazing to experience the aural mood in the neigbhourhood shift and transform along the hours. Always takes a few moments to realign with oneself. Early and late the day.
(Blinking, finally; light of sun like caught in between the terrace railings. Office neighbourhood, a young couple sitting on the roof near the crossroad, apparently having wine as the afternoon passes on. Some wind in hair, some sense of warmer weeks in mood. Withdrawn, watching, listening.)
🛒Undesirable tasks: Buying groceries at the organic store. Repeatedly hit in the face by a cycling helmet carelessly hanging from a backpack and noticing both to probably be much more expensive than ones own bicycle. Lost in disturbing thoughts about envy, consumerism and privileged decisions to feel comfy first and foremost. Challenging conversations, another reality. No headphones to cancel the noise.
Der neue Regen auf schmutzigen Fenstern. Abendlicht darin gefangen, gebrochen, gestreut. Unten kehren die Kinder nach Hause zurück und nehmen lautstark die Wohnung wieder in Besitz. Unproduktive Langeweile im sich auflösenden Nachmittag, nicht geschaffen für Untätigkeit, nicht diszipliniert genug im Moment für alles, was darüber hinausgeht. (Und dazu Tee.)
Closing in on 4pm. Out there somehow. Trading imaginary for actual routes, circumventing annoyances, heading elsewhere again. Inner-city afternoon traffic flowing by, letting one be a part of it for some unpleasant minutes before one finally manages to trade the smaller for the bigger roads. Rear view mirror, hills ahead, the images of being in-between once more. And always keeping dear that feeling of vague melancholy tied to these moments in motion.