I’ve tried to stay awake since arriving this morning and have felt alert until these last hours of Berlin’s nightfall. I’ve been more or less awake for 32 hours, notwithstanding furtive moments of sleep on the plane. The temptation is to forget tonight’s haiku, but I suspect the temptation will remain tomorrow too.
The day is just as warm and humid as Vermont and as easily as it rains, it clears up. I can hear children in the street below speaking German with a sprinkling of other languages. There are no signs of autumn, no fields full of Queen Anne’s Lace, Ox-eye Daisy or Goldenrod. Some of the trees have taken on the white of too much sun.
after rain—the sun darkens on the clay roofs 231: August 19th 2019 | bottlecap