Later the day, slightly tired and yet still awake and waiting for the lightshow to be a shiny endpoint to these hours. Both enticed by the visual aspects and knowing there will not be any sleep before, anyway. A soft, warm evening, weekend ahead, still a bit of summer in everything and still longing for the solemn profound silence of the cold weeks out here, early every year when everything is still dark but turning brighter in small steps. Stories of personal and general realities and things they share. Have a soft night wherever you are.

Andere Zeit selbe See selbe Insel selbe Strände. Noch nicht ganz angekommen, nie richtig weg gewesen, eigenartige Gedanken zu Herzensorten Sehnsuchtsorten Ferne und Einfallslosigkeit im Vertrauen der Dekaden.

Tuesday, concluded. Once more with that slightly vague feeling of  having missed out on something important. Stories of imposters and overthinkers. Once again unsure how exactly the morning started, just remembering the day to be long and  tremendously warm. Still waiting for the rain, and whether there will be a gap between prediction and reality again. Machines shut down. Thoughts still spinning. Have a soothing night wherever you are.

Finally, planned roads and detours join again, street names and neighborhood become more familiar. Slowing down. Doors unlocked, doors locked, windows opened to let a bit of a fresh summer evening in. Ignoring dusk and dawn and temporal horizons for a bit longer as there's still some room for thoughts, mind to roam before it's all about trying to find some sleep. Have a calm night wherever you are.

Once more, a lot later and shaky feet on shaky ground. Day's closing its pages, some stories again left partially unwritten, some proceedings lacking the required dedication today. A backlog growing with the weeks, a list of achievements hardly doing so, new heat in old rooms the sound of city evenings in between the river and the park and the streets and everywhere and nowhere  and finding calm in watching some of the lights flicker on some of the balconies across the backyard. Soothing images, just sometimes. Have a calm night wherever you are.

A lot later again, modestly prepared. Paper trail, notes on pages, choreography still incomplete but maybe there's some part to most appointments that just asks for improvisation. Eyes straight ahead, force-ignoring the imposter giggling in his corner, and several other ephemeral characters to appear and try and play their roles. Sunday evening, cloudy skies, no stars except for a few candles on a few balconies again. Scent of summers, passing weekends, meadows and a sigh in yawning, gradually slowing down. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

Finally, letting this week come to a pause too. Standing at the back door again, watching the late daylight above the meadows and the hills. Miles from cities, and torn between embracing, savouring a certain slowness in everything - and wondering how much of this perceived slowness is real in an ever-moving ever-reshaping world. And then giving up on this thought for now because it seems both too ambitious to tackle at this hour and of too little importance after all to dig through this. Maybe, too, because there are too many other aspects of more relevance one fails to handle properly. Emptying the glass. Avoiding ones reflections. And stepping back in. Have a soft night wherever you are.

The evening and us the voices. The bottom lines of documentation that has been started yet unfinished. Feature sets vaguely defined, network communications following that definition, performance aspects not considered at all. (Powering down external machines. Guiding attention elsewhere. Slowly moving across a mental map while feet aren't. Neighbours, disputes, entertainment voices and again just a little bit too far into territory to better stay clear of. Too many poor analogies again, as well. Have a calm night once it's here, wherever you are.)

Hours later again. A bit of caffeine withdrawal. A bit of lack of sleep. Both amplifying each other. Not sure which to handle first. Eyes closed, giving in to the luxury of drifting through music for a moment without much else going on and just merely feeling the city evening unfold in its various faces and schemes. Inner imposter wrestling the urge to get some meaningful work done, that vague feeling of guilt for moments spent off some ambitious roadmap, of being lazy at always just the wrong time. Few things are really easy. Sleep well once it's about time, wherever you are.

(Irgendwann kommt der Termin zu einem Abschluss, man streckt sich, gähnt, lüftet das Büro, schließt einige Fenster. Trinkt Wasser. Trägt in die Küche, was über Nacht anderswo weilen darf. Verstaut die Schale voller Obst im Geschirrspüler, die angetrocknete Teetasse im Kühlschrank. Kratzt sich am Kopf. Ordnet die Dinge. Wundert sich noch einmal kurz. Kratzt sich an Automatismen, Reihenfolgen und Handgriffen. Und zieht dann mit dem eigenen Schatten in die blasse Sonne dieses Nachmittags.)

An indeterminate amount of time later. Monday concluding, could have been two days again easily. Random insights: Shifting team, focus, machinery and other resources around doesn't fix an overall lack of these, just hides it. And it's much easier to stumble across things hidden from sight. Phone ringing below, a short, intense conversation to follow. All sorts of evening life unfolding across the street, a collection of myriads of short films aired in parallel and the mere sight leaves one both dizzy and slightly relaxed. Not minding hour, weather, traffic for now. Poems of sanctuary and retreat. Have a soft night wherever you are.

Way past 10pm. Mind not looking back at the days bygone, building castles out of imaginary sand instead. Indefinite weathers. Maybe there's to be rain, but maybe not. Haven't paid attention to constellations in a while. Things that go unnoticed with the hurries of daily affairs, then and now. Another brief glance at the buildings, the few lit windows, the few balconies dedicated to welcoming weekend with candles and wine. Here to observe, until sleep gently takes over. Have a soft night wherever you are.

Anderswo Andersbeton Feierabendverkehr in drückend schwüler Atmosphäre das Wetter reibt auf das Wetter macht ungeduldig und nervös und es sind solche Augenblicke, in denen Sicherheitsabstand noch wichtiger ist als sonst ohnehin schon.

A lot later, new dusk ending an old day and mind's getting lost to the idea of how perception changes by measuring time spent on different things in minutes not hours. Same thing, from a rational angle, but oh the effect of larger numbers. And now for adding up that part of these that was lost in context switches, mental reconfiguration, initialization and finalization of various appointments. Facts gained. Arguments started, ongoing. Not so conclusions, yet. Yawning at the quiet sky and the darkening city. A few chords from night and dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

Later that evening, familiar rooms, familiar skies, familiar heat. Mental movement on unfamiliar ground, boundaries in invisible distance. The map is not the territory. Also, this apartment's just slowly cooling down. Hours recorded, memories kept, ending up out of focus, somehow clueless, somehow overheated. Heavy breathing in the frame of an open window, the giggling and chatter of the balconies are louder again today. Have a calm night wherever you are. 

Afternoon and windowblinds, again. Fan in that narrow room, stale air, rough breathing. Weighing options: Is relocating to another section of the flat worth the sweat and effort? Thinking, but as a mental and physical challenge.

Und dann Mittag, Pause und ein Begriff, der heute nicht passt, aber irgendwie doch, und alles an dieser Konstellation fühlt sich komisch an. Einige Kaninchenlöcher, in denen man verschwinden kann. Viel zu viele begonnene Themen, zu viele geöffnete Fenster und ihre mentale Entsprechung, das seltsame Gefühl, dass jeder dieser Vorgänge auch irgendwie geistige Kapazitäten bindet und mit jener Energie, die dann noch frei verfügbar bleibt, wenig bis nichts zu bewirken ist. (Jalousien öffnen. Wetterbeobachtungen, fortgesetzt. Der Ventilator tut seine Arbeit. Eis-Akku und lauwarmer Tee. Für den Moment und seine Befindlichkeiten.)

Different day same place, or the other way 'round. Some more long evenings. Sound of music and chatter, louder than usual and pretty much nearby. The feeling the vicinity of trees and bushes and the creek, present as alway but a bit weaker than usual compared to the village celebrating this summer. Dim night sky above, the city in mind, the week and its dense schedule still very much here. Exercising awareness. For everything and oneself. Stories of mising superpowers, on repeat. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

Hours later again, weather considerations and pondering the daily worklog. It's a lot once you step back and take a conscious look but still outcome doesn't feel too much pleasing. Better luck next ... day? At least, ongoing exercises in adapting plans, or plan adapting to actual needs and the map is not the territory because the map is much more dynamic than one might like to. No reconnect for today.  Everything else to fit into that evening remains local. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

Mittagsmodus Wechselstimmung und wieder Luft, diesmal dicker, zäher, wärmer, mit einem eigenen Gewicht und so, dass jede Bewegung unangenehm und fordernd wird. Meldungen im Posteingang, mitunter hilft es, zwischen den Schritten innezuhalten und zu warten, welche Wirkungen der Fortschritt soweit verursacht. Pläne, Anpassungen, eine Taube, ein Schmetterling. Dahinter all die freundlichen und all die schiefen Klänge des eigenen Viertels.