9am and late fog persisting. Cold morning, no sun. Still inside, still slow motion. Grateful for the ability to take a different pace today. 

Noch etwas weiter, im Schatten des Ahorn. Die Stadt fern, aber sichtbar. Auch: Von der Gewohnheit, Fotos auf Landkarten zu verankern. Um Wege wiederzufinden. Und um Erinnerungen Orte zu schenken.

Relogin, later again. The calming sensation of being surrounded by the own neighbourhood again, of feeling the warmth from its old stones, breathing its scent, perceiving its light behind still-stained windows. Late bus, almost empty. Two electric scooters behind the stop, green lights flashing and it's not possible to break into their conversation. A new neighbour on the balcony, short pants, heavy tattoos and a bottle of thin beer which seems an odd contrast to the rest of his appearance. Staring into distance, mind chasing clouds and stars and, as ever, waiting for some dreams to sink into. Have a soft evening wherever you are.