the long and short way to a sometimes home

the first of august saw a great English exodus aus berlin. Ms Rose, Flic and Softleyandy all headed, for various reasons and intended stays, back to their great brittle island. Whom will I ever learn English from now?
As always when one leaves a place, a great week of gathering and frenzied friendliness preceded, which was as lovely as the people and places it involved. Sitting by shimmering willow-edged water, or within the warm candlelight colored walls of a corner bar, many of the moments passing seemed suspended in an everyplace, not here or there. Orientationless and temporarily eternal.

It reminds me that I only have two weeks myself. It is time to start working on projects in earnest.