10am and on. Along roads again. Leaving the hills behind, roads leading through dark forests for now. Sometimes, different routes are taken, different luggage carried, waiting to get to the distant city again. Humming engine. Not thinking too much.
10am. More planning for the day. Doors closed. Cautiously moving on, now-familiar roads leading to the harbour to the highway to the distance. Slowly letting go again, not completely in the mood for that yet. A trouser dirty with the mountains and the city, a bag full of moments and thoughts for unwritten diaries.