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.
4pm and on. Drifting with the flood of thoughts, draining in the sinks of exhaustion. Sun moved forth behind the buildings hours ago, now everything's spanned by a silver-blue sky resembling the colour of the roofs reflecting late light. Leaving a sidenote on this afternoons journal, before closing it. And the scribble of a tree and a cloud. Before dialing in, once again.
4pm and on. Shutting down applications, containers, mental models. Briefly noticing ongoing conversations and the issues others are entangled in. Steep roads all over. Too: Changing clothes and headphones and audio mode. Still no good playlist for this time of year and traversing concrete neighbourhoods. Slow motion. Because it's an option.
Zeitlos in einem weiteren Dorfmorgen. Viel Nachhall, viel Unruhe, Aufbruchstimmung und Schwermut, Fernweh und Hoffen auf gewohnte Routine. Sinnieren über Privilegien, Notwendigkeiten, Pflicht und Ziele. Zu viel, viel zu viel für die mentale Kapazität der Stunde. Nebel am Horizont, eine Schicht großer Wassertropfen auf Steinen und Scheiben. Eisig das Wasser, Meisen und Kleiber im Futterhaus, Müdigkeit vor dem ersten Kaffee. Zeit im Fluss. Habt es mild heute!
Zurück im eigenen Viertel: Reflektionen, orange, rot, auf nassem Asphalt. Leere Seitenstreifen, überquellende Supermärkte. Vor dem Dönergrill drängen sich Jugendliche unter dem ehemaligen Sonnenschirm, trotzen dem Wetter, trinken Ayran und Bier und tauschen flapsige Bemerkungen, auf ihre Bestellungen wartend. Ein Krankenwagen parkt halb in der Kreuzung, die Fahrer bekommen ihre Dürüms zuerst und sind schon fast wieder unterwegs. Durch die Tristesse des Abends.
Past 4pm and already in between realms. The closer things are, the faster they move, unless they don't. Sneaking through traffic, trying to notice everything and anything at once and still stay focussed on that line connecting here to there. A small park, slowly changing colours, kids on playgrounds and in the sand, and parents strolling by petting their screens. A bit of lighter blue in the grey.