Left, Right

Wake-up feel: 5.

04:25 — eyes open. Stayed in bed. Dozed off again, up at 5:15. Tried the exercises. The arm allowed some of them, not all. Coming back slowly — slowly, but back.

Out on the winding road before six. No sun. Heavy cloud, west wind. The day looked closed from the outside.

What I noticed first was that the smells were separate. To the right: rapeseed flowers — sweet, dense, almost aggressive in the damp air. To the left: dry reed — salt-flat, dusty, older than the season. No mixing. A clean partition, right to left, as if the road had been built to hold them apart.

A few white caps on the Bodden.

At first nothing else was moving. No wild pigs, no large birds, no ducks. Only the wind, and more chirping than yesterday — distinctly more. The day was more alive than it appeared.

Then the lone crow — crossing from the pathway side over the reed fields, riding the wind currents without a sound. Silent the whole way across. Only when it reached the Bodden did it begin calling, repeatedly, the same note. Maybe enjoyment. I couldn't say.

Then, over the rapeseed, a flock. Twelve ducks, moving toward me. At the last moment two split from the group — peeled off and flew directly overhead — while the rest continued their line to the Bodden. The split was clean. No hesitation from either side.

On the way back, I stopped at a walnut tree that was just opening its leaves. The walnut is one of the last trees to leaf.

Leaf day. Moon in Scorpio.

Day 39 — Phase 6 — Taste — Small Intestine — Diamond — Ecclesiastes
Gut Nisdorf, Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Baltic Coast
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