10am and on. Heading out again. Some snow remained, covering some of the ever-present city grey. Sneaking through traffic, trying to get by unseen, to breathe calmer once the soft lines of forests and hills span horizons again.
(Wieder Seitenstraßen unter den eigenen Reifen. Spuren finden durch Reihen geschlosssener Buden. Pendlerstrecken kreuzend, Abstand haltend zu Allem und Allen. Erstes Hupen, nebenan, erste laute Flüche, ein Straßenbahnfahrer klingelt wütend in der blockierten Kreuzung. Ampeln auf Rot, dann auf Grün, trotzdem kaum Bewegung. Die Betonbrache hinter den Gleisen atmet diesselbe unberührte Ruhe wie immer. Zwischen den Vierteln, unter einem pastellweichen Himmel.)
4pm. Old dark, new dark and summing up the day. No real takeaway so far, but there are still hours left. Sometimes it's just about changing locations and states of mind. Maybe.
10am and out in the cold. Moving with the sun, pale trees and fields briefly passing by. Concrete under wheels, a world between cities where everything is transient and uncanny.
5pm and on. Continuing todays path slightly off track. But at least being surrounded by familiar buildings and roads again. The light above crossroads. A short nod along the way. The scent of different smokes. Pondering aspects of home, always a bit off too.