11am. Withdrawing from the bustling city. On the roof once again, with all the different means of transportation passing by in plain sight. Could stay a bit longer. Yet, too: Ready to go, somehow.
9pm and on. Bach, Vivaldi, Händel: Echoes from another age, or: There's always something to be found in music. Also, watching the flickering of lights in a different city. Unfamiliar street patterns. Traffic of a late day. Fireworks of the impatient ones. Business as usual.