Sunday, 27 July 2008. 19:00
Starting at my house, I walked towards the community garden – a route I usually bike. The route goes behind the major streets, on sidways sidestreets that cut diagonally through the city grid. back here it is almost pastoral. Many trees stand between the streets, few stores and few pedestrians, but the feeling that many people are simply inside the houses, apartments with lively, cared-for balconies. Neither a rich nor a poor neighborhood, a bit old-fashioned but in a cozy, not a conservative way. Birds are talking across the trees and little odd courtyards. The evening is bringing the hot temperature down to a likeable summer warmth – porch weather, a breeze stirring here and there and the sun starting to slip away. The breeze makes the trees whisper and rustle too. They are tall on this street and mixing gold sunsetlight with streetlight.