It is remarkably hot, and remarkably quiet outside. No dog walkers, runners, masochists on bicycles ; very few traffic on the village road.
The heat sits over the land. I woke up very early and toyed with the idea to travel today, but at 08:00 it was already as warm as last evening on the balcony, or at least it felt so. The prospect of walking over heated concrete floor & cobble stones unprotected from the sun’s might – no trees in the farmyard I should have been visiting in Middle Franconia – did not fill me with enthusiasm. Also the idea of spending roughly three hours in a carriage of Deutsche Bahn, with the very good chance of a broken down air conditioning machine, is not very uplifting.
So I closed windows, doors, blinds & curtains, slept for a few more hours & spent the rest of the morning reading. Of course one can not hide from the heat, and now that the celestial fire ball moved around the corner of the house, I pulled the curtains back & opened a window, there is even the smallest idea of a wisp of wind … Temperatures will keep rising over the afternoon, it is possible that 40°C will be reached in some over-exposed corners of Franconia. Hopefully the promised drop will be significant, driving in the last few days was bordering on madness.
The last week sped along uneventful – until LẌ published his last post. Shook some bloggers around the world, still reverberating.
This Sunday Music is The Grateful Dead’s (Ger., Eng.) version of Buddy HOLLYs 1957 rockabilly song Not Fade Away (Eng.), performed thirty years ago in Orchard Park, New York, number 20 on the setlist. And as it’s always with Grateful Dead, our favourite traveling hippy life band, it counts what happens on stage. What starts as more or less typical love song somehow transforms. So apologies for a pretty long song (8 minutes), but give it a chance.
And – do not hesitate to visit that other Sunday Music over at MsScarlet’s Wonky Blog.
May we face a peaceful, bearable week ; take care of yerselves, please.