Waking up with the birds, the cool spring air, the water everpresent in the body of the city, the bodies that inhabit you, that you inhabit. I breathe you in. Even before walking outside, I sense the morning light touching my skin. To be (with)in and besides time.

Train ride in bright sunshine Stations wizzing by, then a bridge. Under September clouds a single bird turns and completes a new spiral.   The sunlight blinds me I close my eyes, let the frail warmth sink in and fill my features.   Time for waiting