morgen

Anders sipped his coffee, inhaling the fresh free air of the Berlin backdrop, calculating the length of his time spent on the patio solely from guessing estimates given by the sun. “Morgen!” someone shouted from a neighboring balcony. He could sense by their enthusiasm that they were cheering for tomorrow rather than welcome him into today. “Morgen,” he thought quietly to himself as he settled into the final day of his secluded reflection, not ready for the city’s scheduled return.

For an introvert such as himself, he’d enjoyed the quiet mornings steeped in stillness and dedicated to intuitive action. Some days the entire afternoon would pass with him still in thought remembering moments and pressing his mind into questions of the future, only to end the evening in the same place, relaxed and at ease, thankful for a day to just reflect.

Tomorrow it would be ending and he wondered how the returned pacing of the workflow would go, like a baby giraffe expected to run a marathon after months of sleep. But that was for another day - tomorrow, rather. And for now he was left with one more afternoon of thoughtless meditation.

Deciding firmly not to think around anything but what he was given, here and now, Anders settled into the energy of his last hazy morning of hibernation. “Morgen.”

-b

May 8, 2020