Und Morgen, früher als sonst, anders als sonst: Das schlafende Dorf, die gepackten Taschen, die noch stille Straße, flüchtige Schemen im eigenen Licht. Nachtfetzen hängen in den Bäumen, dunkel liegen die Hügel, zögernd nur findet sich alles, was ist, im Samstag ein. Eigener Betriebszustand irgendwo zwischen halb in den Träumen und nervös, hellwach. Schon fast auf dem Weg, wieder, nicht nur in den neuen Tag. Habt es mild heute!
Later that afternoon: Unsure what to make of it. Too many fragments, too few clues to connect these. Some lights on the desktop, in the twilight of the office, both to keep the grey away and to avoid unwanted information to leak into the ongoing call. Sometimes focus is challenging, especially when most of this is about listening and waiting for trigger words to jump in. Next doors construction site’s getting noisier with the hours passing. No thoughts, few voices in the streets, no people on the sidewalks, but there’s always that sound coming with this very call. Slowly, too slowly moving on.
10am and on: The dizziness of fast task switching. Getting a load of small issues resolved. A dozen a time. Caffeine boost, window blinds down. Odd kind of focus mode.
Some random point in time, along the way. Letting go of hours and minutes for a moment, feeling cool air sneak into shorter days, into earlier dusk. But there's still a scent of wet grass, of apples and plums ripe with the last weeks sun, the sound of families heading home from the gardens, the sounds of kids and dogs and bicycles altogether under skies that have seen many rainbows in just a short period of time.