10pm and on. Reconnecting to common systems. Also: Italian red wine and German elephants. Not sure how to avoid certain pitfalls, or wondering whether to just increase ones own skills of ignoring certain topics and aspects of reality for good. Somewhere along the week, there's a new,night. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
The old hills. The old forests. A thunderstorm and the overflowing creek. To there and back.
📷 lost-in-moments
Close to 10pm again. Thoughts in free flow. Feeling limited and small. Looking back at hours, days, surrounded by cities, walls, churches measuring time in decades, centuries. A crowd of those still young finding their ways into the night, riding motorcycles and steering cars that have travelled all of the country and back. A moth circling the streetlight, fireworks in the distance, and the presence of the soothing waves. Calm moments, another story and no moon. Buonanotte everyone wherever you are.
Arriving, still. A slow process of getting used to the neighbourhood, the people, the sounds, the scent and the heat. Everything's different, and yet it feels astoundingly familiar.
(Hauptrouten verlassen, Abzweig ins Hinterland. Schmale Routen, heißer Wind über trockenen Wiesen. Beton und wenig Schatten. Kaffee aus dem Siebträger. Der Süden in allen Sinnen.)
📷 southbound