Somewhat later. The quietness in different place. Hazy light. // đˇ lost-in-momentsÂ
Through the darkness again. At some point fog turned to rain again and then disappeared. Still, a few small streams of water run down concrete lanes that turn to loose stones and finally dirt and mud up there where forests separate village from the vast realm of stones and snow. Emptying todays drinks. Gazing into the valley, no real sense of orientation beyond what's offered by the few streetlights. Accepting being small in here, as an ongoing yet familiar challenge. Have a quiet night wherever you are!
Closing in on 6pm. Narrow roads, steep curves, crowded busses. Small creeks raging through valleys, foaming and falling from steps down to the river. In and out of fog and clouds. Veiled horizons, a vague proximity in between.Â
10am and indecisive. About to move on but day's not too inviting and nothing like a warm room and a pot of coffee. Pondering bus routes and ticket fares. Resisting the call of the mountains for now.
(Neuer Morgen, mattes Licht, Stille drauĂen wie drinnen. Heute wirkt die Welt trĂźber, andere Pläne, andere Ideen formen sich. Aber erst später. Vorher bleibt es bei Gewohnheiten. Kaffee. Cornetti. Weinbeeren. WohnkĂźche, halb offene BalkontĂźr trotz des tristen Wetters und verhĂźllter Gipfel. Vom wohligen GefĂźhl, sich irgendwie immer nah am Wald zu wissen. Habt es mild heute!)