Halfway into the morning: Old mugs, carefully peserved. Strong black coffee. Face in the sun. The golden blossoms the blue sky and the ambivalence in the silence of villages.
Die Frau von nebenan spaziert parkwärts, an der Hand eines fremden Mannes. In gemessenem Abstand folgt ihre Tochter mit Hund, und eine gewisse Spannung liegt über allen. Spatzen unter den Büschen vor den Häusern, zwei ältere Herrschaften in Rennfahrerkleidung rasen auf teuren Fahrrädern um die Ecke des Blocks, den Fußweg entlang. Ein erschrockener Sprung zur Seite, ein zweifelnder Blick hinterher und da ist schon wieder mehr Nähe, als erforderlich wäre.
🏡10am and on, still at home. Sun hiding in new veils as frost retreated. No further plans, just staring into skies and watching sands of time flow forth. In between laziness, serenity and a certain sense of guilt.
10am, almost. And still the sun. Neighbours are leaving by car, for wherever they will spend their day. Sound of a dishwasher below, the morning music has ceased to play and the birds grew tired rather quickly. No clouds above the horizon, a gentle breeze waving through the trees.
9am and on. Breakfast and troubled skies. Some sun in the clouds. Kids below practising flute, melodies gradually becoming smoother. Also: Pondering academic achievements, titles, decisions, lifelines. And ones own values and ambitions amidst all that. What does it take to matter? Now? Any given day?