Before getting picked up by the Plagenhoefs to ride into Fushekruje for a meeting with Fisnik this morning, I took some time for journaling and coffee. Getting out to a Bar/Kafe is good for my head no matter what time of day it is. The experience brings a focus probably not unlike the effect craved by so many millions of nicotine addicts around the world. There is the finding of a good spot, resting into the seat, asking for something the delivery of which you are certain, the taking out of your effects and the relaxing as the world continues around you for awhile, while all you do is watch the wheels.
We met Fisnik on the jobsite. Vissy had already been there for an hour or more, working on the sprutso for the wall. He continued to mix and throw as I walked the Plagenhoefs through the work. I told them all of my misgivings and fears, with physical examples of each readily at hand in the new, gray floor below us. Fisnik offered reasons/excuses for what our eyes took offense to, claiming that all would be put to right in the future. I hope he has the will to deliver.
The day was good. It is definitely cooling off here in Albania. This evening it began to rain at around 10:15. I was already down to a pair of swim trunks so I took the opportunity to stand out in the rain. That is a mind-quieting discipline. Each tap of rain surprises your skin wherever it lands though your mind is expecting contact as a matter of course. The tiny wet impacts are expected and yet utterly surprising. Each sense becomes engrossed amidst the blessed drops; alone yet surrounded, at peace in a storm’s embrace.
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