wake up. cluestered by the entire family on either side. i lay there listening to the symphony of their breadths together. its spellbinding. the sun streams in the converted barn. we sleep on the floor in the control room. the heaves of breathing hypnotize and describe its own paradise. the faces on everyone there as they sleep are angelic.
then coffee.
some fond farewells. everyone heading off in different directions.
a last good bye to nicolaj and sille and their farm they just sold today.
we drive off in the sterling sunshine drenched day complete with billowy sea clouds. the big family in the tiny car scoot away.
some lunch meeting in aarhus of future festival detailing here and cthen its off to the airport, late, and right on time.
now the fling to holland as the sun sets.
eventually there is a bar … 2 beers to buzz to bed
and the utterance to an old friend;
“don’t insult the future by planning”
she underlined the ring of that … so i hereby marked it down