The longest day

Today was that day. Summertime arrived, it’s the Fete de La Musique in Berlin, and a good friend that I used to have is probably celebrating her birthday. First there was coffee and a nice weather. I worked a little, did the phone calls, wrote the e-mails. He cleaned and cleared, prepared lunch, did his deeds. We waited. We went to see the plants in the garden. We stopped waiting. We grabbed sushi, cider and a motorbike, up the road we sat in the meadow eating, hearing concerts at a distance, watching the pinkish-orange, reddish violet horizon falling slowly on the field, the city behind and all around. We also stood there still for a while.

We walked out together.

Another motorbike back home. A bill was finally paid. Then we had homemade pancakes with a scoop of pistachio ice-cream covered with homemade hot chocolate sauce. We’re having a whisky now. The end for now. Beginning again soon.