Zagreb, 26/11/2016, 16:15 hrs, Cloudy, 9 degrees Celsius, Southwesterly breeze
(8 miles per hour).

I am down by the river’s bank. The tide is high, the Sava
river flows fast. The current is strong. Traces  of sand lie
on the edge of the bank, they’ve been washed away…
It’s the twilight hour, the hour between the dog and the wolf…
The place looks both strange and familiar. My teenage memories
of walks under the Old Bridge one early summer of 1989 emerge.
My hopes, my dreams, my younger self smile at me…
I am 51 tomorrow, yet I am still 17. My heart hasn’t aged.
But time passes differently now. Every moment counts…
A song interrupts the flow of the river; ‘Afro Blues’ by Takuya Kuroda.
The music is coming from the car park next to the river.
Notes of a blue afternoon slowly dissipate… November, the month
of fog in this city. Mist. Reverie, melancholia. Tomorrow marks
also the start of Advent week; it will cheer the city and its people up,
give them some light, warmth, hope in the darkness unfolding
in front of them until the spring arrives… The Old Bridge stands quiet.
To fight darkness, some build stronger bridges, some bring them down.
And some don’t do anything, not even crossing to the other side.
They observe and wait. They wait for the darkness to pass.

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