Andere Stadt zwischen hohen Wäldern. Grimmige Blicke aus grimmigen Autos. Das Gefühl von Bedrängnis selbst dort, wo eigentlich mehr als genug Raum für alle ist. Blasses Licht, eine Ahnung von Nebel. Mental frühmorgens.
Finally, wrapping up the day. Counting the miles, feeling some in muscles and bones. Breathing tropical air. A moist warm breeze carrying music again, distant drums, fireworks, the vivid chatter of the yards. A slow fading of light, a slow sleep. Have a calm night wherever you are!
Afternoon and lost to the flow of time in between. No purpose no goal and not too much action against both of these deficiencies. Thin traces of clouds, a boat on waves, some birds circling above the trees. The moment and its slice of fiction and reality. (Too dumb to write books too restless to read.)
Narrow tunnels, crowded lanes. Winding up and down the hills. Waiting for each other trying to stay out of each others way. The anger of middle-aged males wearing cyclist dresses and continuously grumpy faces. Everything becoming more challenged with the new strong sun.
A little later: The quietness of weekend afternoons. The slowdown after fast paces, the sensation of having done distances again without really feeling like moving at all. Break, a little too long to be comfortable. Never enough coffee.