the typhoon passing out to the east, the feeling of charged air both physical and metaphorical as the calendar turns towards a combination of both hope and doubt, the underlying fear that the madness will continue... a night of broken sleep and strange dreams... waking up to a message from wien, a photograph taken from the wienerwald, the city lit up below, another text asking what's happening there, the news carrying the headline of a terrorist attack, hoping that no one is out playing on a schoolnight and waiting...  here the world has resumed to grey, a chill in the air, distances flattened by the weight of clouds... strange days....