10pm and shutting down. Window still opened a bit, watching the harbour lights rearrange in a constant flow. Next to the pier, a parked car is started to be heading for the forest a wink of an eye later. Trying to see shorelines out there, tracking vessels using data and patience. Wondering whether Moon is covering herself with clouds now. Collecting what's left of the day to shape dreams of it. Have a calm night wherever you are.
Abende, auch: Tischtennis in Kellerräumen. Dinge, die man noch irgendwie zu tun imstande ist. Und sehr wenig Erlebtes darf frei sein von Erinnerungen. Frost kriecht wieder durch die Wände. Kaum Töne außerhalb. Nur Sterne über unsteten Wassern.
(And then there's that passage between the quay and lighthouse, the sky is wearing these ever-quiet shades of early dusk, late light glittering on distant trawlers. And memories wash up old pictures again, same place now a dozen of years ago and it's the longer periods of time that went by to make changes visible and un-ignorable.)
Leisere Stunden, trotzdem intensiv und flüchtig. Schnee, Laub, Eis. Endlos anmutende Wälder. Überfrorene Seen, alte Sagen und man verliert sich plötzlich in Geschichten zu Ortsnamen, Völkerstämmen, verwunschenen Schlössern. Stets nur einen Steinwurf von den Wellen.
10am and a bit further again. The sea is calm today, only a soft whisper to roam the empty beach. Ice on rocks. Writings in the sand.
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