Fireworks again. Sound only, lights hidden behind houses. The big small city. Pictures of hours and days lining up, intertwined with the leftovers of conversations and the unresolved pieces kept on the shelf for later, in between the protecting covers of books. Sunday evening mood, a wave of perception making heart beat faster and mind race around itself at increasing speed. No stars so far, no dreams and still waiting for the new dark as a mental bedcloth. Unsure whether sleepy or tired. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.
The fading weekend: Contemplating. Swiping through the pictures of the day, drawing routes into a mental map. Window opened wide, even the night unsure whether to remain late summer or early autumn, clouds obscuring stars and veiling the distance spanning across river and park and the roofs. Here again, as a point in time relating to a very certain mood. The neighbourhood still clings to the moment, a glass of wine somewhere, a fire in the backyards, a dinner near an open terrace door and trying to still keep the morning away. Sleep tight once you're ready for it, wherever you are.
Sunday, early late evening. Crossing the river again, a brief nod to the old skyline and the unfamiliar view in front of it. Some people still sitting in the fields chatting while their dogs are playing near the water. Some are heading home, slightly drunk apparently. Subliminal noises, random breeze. A sky missing any stars tonight, but the clouds feel like thunder and rain. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
And then the day withdraws and takes most of its light to the distance separating present from past. A bunch of pictures unsorted, few preparations done, not yet completely willing to take a peak beyond tonights boundaries. Rituals, back to common flows. And a quiet hope for rest, before that. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.
Lärm im Treppenhaus in Fluren in Zimmern. Kinder kehren aus dem Urlaub zurück, irgendwo weiter unten, die Eltern begrüßen noch die Nachbarn im Hinterhof. Küchenperspektive, verwaschener Horizont, Ferne, Nähe und plötzlich wieder Wochenrand. Moduswechsel. Sehr langsam. Und mit einigen Fragen.