Small Windows Pt. II: What a view from my small window

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Basel SBB – Berlin Hbf
5th December 2019

The show in Basel was a success. What’s more, in those three days I reconnected with my roots in my first ever hometown. Now for the return to Berlin – but the tour was just getting started.

On the outbound train, I missed the sunrise for writing my diary. This time I’m determined to catch it. I’m in a aisle seat, but if I peer right and left across the commuters’ keyboards I will have both views. To the east, the sun bursting over the hills. To the west, the subtler, sweeter spectacle of a landscape that blooms, slow and golden, under an ever-clearer sky.

For now, all I can see is shadows of trees; shivering commuters under station bulbs; a grid of black windows with one glowing; a hunched silhouette.

When the sun comes up, I might not actually see it for all the trees and towns. But I don’t mind. I’ve come to believe that seeing the sun rise might actually be the least important part of seeing a sunrise. What moves us is the colours that the sun’s light lends to the landscape.

At this time of year especially, the sky might be entirely drawn over with a deep bank of white-grey cloud. Still, the gold seeps through into everything because it must, because we need it: gold on our green fields, gold on our grey buildings, gold flashing off our panes of glass and streaming over our ruddy faces and hands.

Rushing past it all, the Inter-City Express and me. My words, my eyes; my notebook, my pen, and my camera; all my life, all my cases.

Thanks to Luluc for the title, taken from the song ‘Small Window’ which has accompanied me on many journeys.



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