10am and a village covered by rain. Clouds as far as the eye can see. Waiting, watching, feeling time stumble forth. Far from everything.
(Im Feld zwischen den Furchen, Stroh unter weichen Sohlen. Milder Wind oder brütende Sonnenhitze. Erdbeeren. Und trotzdem immer noch irgendwie April mit einem fernen Himmel hinter dichten Wolken.)
Closing in on 4pm. The silence after the storm, the brightness in between clouds an distance. Raindrops on the roofs, cold air and a vague sense of purity. Indecisive to get out. Watching. Waiting.
Way later down todays road. Windows closed again, to keep the weathers out. And still below, listening to their singing and howling, to the tapping of water on windowpanes and the gargling down old pipes. In between, it seems neighbours are singing their kids to some sleep, late as well. Weekend went by, mind already a bit ahead. Trying to stay here, now, still, for a while, until the schedule returns. Have a soft night wherever you are.
Sun and clouds and a sudden hailstorm and inbound messaging and small tasks that turn much bigger than one expected, otherwise they'd probably have been postponed. Watching processes move forth, status counters increase, logs fill, costs sum up. Technology invisible to the eye, virtual gears jammed deep inside of wherever.