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.

Later the day somehow somewhere. A fleeing sun, new rain and some thunder. And still that kind of light that has prevailed ever since waking, with very fee moments to be an exception. Weekend went by too soon, a bunch of threads left dangling, a bunch of thoughts not well thought out. The path and its turns, the waypoints, the dark corners. Monday just one change of sunlight away. Determined to keep the day around for a while, but longing for sleep too. Decisions decisions. Have a soft night wherever you are.

Finally, back and reattaching. Appartment cooled down a bit, clouds leaving at least a little glimpse of late sun just before the day comes to a close. Music in the pub, toned down chatter on the balcony nearby, a bus waiting for travellers a mind waiting for dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. 

Preparations for late early week night, after all. Inhaling moist cool air, watching other appartements watch pictures move across huge screens, attempting to tell the program and topic from the colours involved, the frame switches, the speed of cuts. Not that it really mattered but at least it is distracting, at a safe distance. And then for a dream, for the dark hours, for the day to come. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. 

And late rituals. Sunday winding down. Chatter of teenagers in the street, the waiting near the bus stop, the hanging out in front of the pub and there's a bunch of chords in the air but no voice and mind's slow on recognising old classics. Air's dense and soft, late spring makes breathing harder than desirable, and new morning just an arms length from here. About finding sleep and sticking to it. For better or worse. Have a calm night wherever you are. 

Frühe Sonntagabendroutinen. Und heißer Tee. Ein wenig Erleichterung in Tagen unter Spannung. Schwalbenkreise hoch in unerwartet heller, warmer Sonne. Gegenüber Rückkehr, Ankunft, Zusammenkunft. Und Gespräche. Und noch keine Musik, auch wenn die Stunde Klänge bräuchte.

Past 10pm and concluding this weekend. Not particularly ready to sum up the whole week, and there seems no real need for that right now. Watching the windows across the street, paying attention to todays colours of lights, the candles here and there, the very last remainders of daylight fading where houses hide the city horizon. Slightly tired, slightly tipsy, always a bit at odds with oneself. Rest, as a four letter word. Not to be avoided today. Hopefully. Sleep tight  everyone wherever you are.

Nachmittag, weitergezogen. Der Regen auch. Graue Kälte blieb, heißer Tee muss es richten. Eine Blume, eine Kerze auf dem Tisch. Sturm rupft an den Schindeln. Keine Musik passt in diesen Augenblick. 

Sunday evening mood, hours later. Heavy head dizzy mind and outlines and messages and deviations in inner roads leading the flow of thoughts astray repeatedly. Some music, perceived briefly, not really focussed. Breathing against the cough and the night. Watching the street gradually dim its windows. A wink of an eye until dawn. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

Finally: Breathing in the open windowframe again. Just for a few seconds to not let all the remaining warmth flee out into the new nights frost. A starry sky above. Fragments of conversations below. Street life in front of the pub, cigarettes burning and it's a surprise to notice people out there at all. (Retreating. Yawning. Turning down the light. And preparing tomorrows page, and be it just a bit. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.)

A little later. Sunday evening mood, in full swing again. Tea has cooled down, so has the appartment. Yawning in face of the week to come. Indecisive whether to find sleep early or just give up on it and navigate the dark hours as conscious and aware as somewhat possible. Have a soft night wherever you are. 

Schon wieder spürbar Nachmittag, der Platz zwischen den Buden wird voller, der Abstand zu Mitmenschen geringer. Fremde Pelze, Winterkostüme, Repräsentation und Selbstdarstellung. Ein fremdes Kind erschrickt und weint, weil ein fremder großer Hund die halb gegessene Süßspeise erst zur Kenntnis nimmt und dann ableckt. Nebenan verkauft man Glühwein mit Schuss, zum Verweilen finden sich bequemen Sofas im Zelt und die Gespräche lassen überzeugte Stammgäste vermuten. Schon wieder fast Dämmerung. Die Luft ist warm.