Finally, once more, the evening and its glitches. Little remains of the day, like sawdust that fell from the hours going through, coating desk and books and windowpane and mind and blown into unknown distances by an invisible wind. In between different moods, few of them really kind, and trying to settle and wait for the dreams to catch up, lacking any real better ideas. Stories of rationales and strategies and ones own fallability. And too early for the soothing light of stars. Have a calm night wherever you are.
Running late again. A brief look up and out of the focus tunnel. Trying to tell hour of day from the lines the shadows draw on the outer concrete. No clues found. But the sound of kids laughing, giggling, playing in the office backyard; the unbroken fascination of water. Using a one-liner to extract current time from logfiles, clumsy and rough but getting the job done. Closing in on 4pm. Dizzy. And still heading on.
(Unschlüssig immer noch, lose Enden, Gartenflucht. Den Flieder entkernt, Ränder um Beete geformt aus schweren trockenen Ästen. Ein paar Steine weniger, ein paar Kurven mehr, die Hände duften nach Minze und Gras.)
Somewhat later and somewhat off some tracks. Listening to the still bustling neighbourhood, surprised to hear that amount of activity out there. Barking dogs, old bicycles, bottles opened on the sidewalk in front of the pub. A few people resting on a few balconies, some in conversations, some hiding behind their screens. A stronger argument going on on one of the lower floors but as close as the sound seems, as hard it is to recognize voices or words and the tone leaves a slightly dark, concerning mood. Sleep is close sleep is far from here. Have a soft night still, everyone, wherever you are.
An hourless evening to end a timeless day. The depth of summer, the still-bright horizon, the scent of charcoal and grass waving in from the river. A crowd of teenagers sitting on the roof ridges, near the chimneys, with bottles and cigarettes and comfortable with each other and every open window is about to tell its very own story, to give way to its very own words and paragraphs to fill this page before it's all in the deep dark void of the sky after dusk. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.