Somewhat later, unsure of hours and place again. Moon contemplations. Feeling the distance in legs and feet, a certain dizziness of heights and the vast load of impressions collected all along the way. Small rooms, dim electric light, not asleep yet but already dreaming. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.
Closing in on 10am. Starting over. The fog persists but the day moves on. Routes chosen, shoes tied. Contemplating forests and the line where green ends, leaving bare rocks. And a distant sea.
The night's still floating. Dense clouds, early snow. Watching in quiet amazement.
📷 lost-in-moments
Sonntag. Erneut zeitlos im schwierigen Sinne. Wetterbeobachtungen, noch kein klares Bild. Das Dorf bleibt unhörbar unsichtbar und trotzdem gegenwärtig. Kaltes Wasser auf den eigenen Falten. Nacht verfällt, Träume werden blasser, Puls nahe Normalwert und irgendwann ist der Augenblick wieder richtig und passend. Küchenform, Kaffee, Brötchen im Backofen. Genug Kanten, die sich polieren lassen. Habt es mild heute.
A lot later: Recovering. Letting the day the evening sink, feeling the tiredness in every step and the frost creeping in again. Conversations with a bright moon, a church just dimly lit in comparison, and the music left and right of it just slowly calming. Here, in a way, even though unsure what that means. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.