Wieder diesseits aller Nacht. Unruhe fremder Betten, anderer Rhythmus, andere Stimmung vor den Fenstern. Ungewohnt, unsicher. Irgendwo duftet es nach Kaffee, aber präziser wird die Ahnung vorerst nicht. Fragmentierte Träume liegen auf allem. Zu wenig Klarheit zu viel Rauschen selbst in der Stille dieses Augenblickes. Habt es mild heute.
9am. A third mug of coffee, watching the tulips grow and turn towards the sun. Few plans, little ambitions, no real goals for the day and it still, always needs getting used to.
Closing in on 10am. Hurried and breathless, icy fingers, cold ears. A few moments to recollect. Out there waiting for the green just as winter raises its head once more.
No sun, no sunset. Dogs near the river. House sized advertisements. An old distinguished couple in Sunday clothes on an afternoon walk. And tourists finding their way in and out of the city. Entrance rituals. Cold hands cold ears, slightly dehydrated and slightly off sync with everything.
10am and still very little light. Feet on stones and meadow. Heading out into the day, feeling too much in between for now. The soothing of trees, the kindness of forests.