Summer Had Arrived

Wake-up feel: 6.

Awake at one. Awake again near three, the mind turning something over. Back to sleep, and a dream — a train, a stranger dropping herself into the seat beside me. No hello; I asked her straight off how she was. Then a question of hers, gone by the time I woke. Up at four. A swim, then out.

The winding road between the Bodden and the reed, the rapeseed beyond, the sun somewhere behind grey cloud at the horizon. Leaving the grounds I caught it at the threshold — elderflower. A dozen metres on, another scent. A dozen more, another. Each one clean. And peaceful.

The first morning here that summer had arrived. The light, the birds, a warm westerly off the water. All of it quiet. And peaceful.

Past the bend, halfway along, a swan on the Bodden. Alone. A few metres on the angle changed and there were two.

The cuckoo called once. Then nothing — the wind, the ripples.

Before I turned back I thought of the engine. The fisherman. I haven't heard it in days. My eyes filled.

I turned for home. A young deer stood in the road — a Kitz. Twenty-five metres between us, face to face, both of us curious. Then it stepped into the bush.

At the end of the road, at the threshold again, the mother doe. She didn't startle. Her head was turned, working at her own back — ticks, maybe. She looked at me. I looked at her.

Leaf day. The Moon at home in Cancer, water in its own sign, until late — then over the line into Leo, and Leaf gives way to Fruit. The forces drawn down into the ground.

Then back to Gut Nisdorf, to pack.

Day 84 — Phase 12 — Ego / Other — Liver — Jasper — 1 Corinthians 13
Gut Nisdorf, Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Baltic Coast
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