Closing in on 6pm. Counting raindrops. Hills veiled by clouds and remains of fog. A crow screeching, unseen. Quiescing thoughts. Contemplating.
9am and on, roadside mood. Engine sounds, vibrations, a feeling of guilt as well as of lack of choices. In between valleys and hills and fields, mountains already ahead. No opinions yet on the light this day decides to have.
Stepping through the morning: Sunrise white sky black coffee and still just barely awake. Listening to the village life and its nuances. Counting birds in the tree, as an exercise of focus and patience.
Dorfmorgen, wieder, ganz plötzlich. Das gleichermaßen vertraute und unheimliche Erlebnis, aufzuwachen und für zu lange Momente nicht zu wissen, in welchem Teil der Realität man sich befindet. Noch kein Kontakt zu Umgebung, Licht, Wetter, aber die Wände strahlen die gewohnte Kälte ab und die ersten Schritte sind immer etwas schneller als sonst. Eisiges Wasser, kratzend auf rauher Haut, Schlaf aus den Augenwinkeln spülend. Sekunden planloser Leere im Kopf, bevor Kaffee und Samstag ihren Weg finden. Kirchenglocken, heute steht der Wind günstig. Langsam fliehen alle Nebel. Habt es mild heute!
(Much later, just barely awake. Different places different routines and feeling the touch of the outer world on the backdoor leading into garden and meadows. There are mouses in the ivy covering the floor near that old barn. There's the sound the creek, less strong today. There's distant whispering, random laughter of village teenagers, hiding in the bus stop drinking and smoking and there are the echoes of stories so old it's hard to even tell whether they have really happened. Have a calm night wherever you are.)