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!