10am and still slow. Watching a grey cat discover the dusty corners of an old basement. No sun on the roof, no voices in the street. A scent of rain.
Früh und doch spät genug. Aufwachen aus nervösem Schlaf, Träumen von hier bis eine Ewigkeit zurück in den paar Stunden, die die Sommernacht zu bieten gewillt ist. Dazu das Raunen der Welt, die Geräusche von Katzen und Mardern, die Unruhe außerhalb der eigenen Mauern, schließlich die Idee erster neuer Sonne. Tisch decken, zwischen Tür und Bach. Kaffee. Und jede Menge unscharfer Ideen, von denen man noch sehen will, welche Bestand haben möchte. Und welche zu vergessen man nicht gleich bedauert. Habt es mild heute... .
At the edge of sleep once more. Leaving thoughts to itself, stepping back a bit watching them chase each other, hoping they'll eventually run out of breath and determination. Not sure this is ever going to happen but still. Sounds of fireworks again, youth of the villages celebrating another summer, while the apples on the trees grow and mature and the weeks quietly stumble forth. Collecting memories. Savouring stories. Sleepy. Tense. Have a calm night wherever you are.
Afternoon in the valley again. Wondering where the day went. The sky turning white, kids playing somewhere nearby in the green, and sheep out there behind the pond. Still not fully one with everything, noticing the boundaries of all the segments of this long-known world.
Closing in on 9am. Old mug and strong black coffee out there, under the huge ash tree. Trying to see the birds chanting through that already aging day. Still hidden from direct sunlight.