4pm and on. Unexpected thunder followed by uncanny serenity. A sip of water, a line of documentation, a process defined but rarely used. More open ends to pile up, more moving priorities as todays late task.
4pm, transit lane. Highway junctions, rusty guardrails, low plants in green and dirt grey creeping out of the side trenches. Speed as a sensory experience, contradictory too: No real perception of how fast one is actually moving. Most dimensions included. Waiting for oneself to catch up, strained and out of breath.
10am and on. The sun, the frost and the roads outbound. Watching a farmer steer a huge tractor through icy fields. Silhouettes of village trees in strong light. And everything slowly fading in the hills behind. Changing places changing selves again.
4pm and on. Afternoon all of a sudden, hours and days like a wink of an eye and only noticing time that fled by looking at a pile of papers, at a load of scribbles and notes, some taken hours ago and already rendered unreadable due to crippled writing style and random acronyms. Breathing against tensions. Eyes closed, forehead on cold windowpane. Settling.
10am and on. Thin snow falling from mostly lightless skies again. Leaving villages that hide in between pale white hills. Further up, weather has shaped odd white structure around the bushes that side of the road. Still trying to embrace winter.