Germany is north. Once we hit mid-September, the days here get rapidly shorter. I wake up very early to get to work, and I had 2 blissful weeks upon arrival where the sun was coming up on my way. Now I make the entire 70-minute-long commute in pre-dawn hours--completely in the dark.
I look out my bedroom window. It has a full-glass pane door
leading out to the balcony, facing the street. The whole street is like that.
When it's dark outside, you can see into the other flats through their door
windows--like watching a film through a glass screen.
5:55 am, pitch
black sky, and I see one other window lit, straight across the road. Clear as a
moving picture, I watch as a man, pushes a kitchen chair into the table, puts
his keys in his pocket, and adjusts his belt.
Without feeling a
glint of shame for my voyeurism, I wonder, what is he doing up at such a
cruel, cold, dark hour.
With me.
Fumbling around
his apartment, same as I, eyes trying to adjust to the dark of the morning.
Just the two of us awake in our whole neighborhood.
And I share this
rather intimate, rather sweet moment with a total stranger.
Then I think, "Maybe I should close the curtains when I get changed."
But what a lovely view you provide. Lol
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