Autumn in the city

The street cleaners take a moring break after having worked all night. They are having "cortaditos" in the bars of Barceloneta, while the city is slowly waking up covered in the mist. Bikers pass me by on my way to the lab, morning joggers trrying to find their way through the thick, humid atmosphere.
Cars make no noise, passers-by remain silent, the buildings are in black and white, the streets as if sprung out from a film-noire. Autumn is here.

You notice it, when you can't wake up because you think you might not want to, when the dawn starts to look less attractive than dusk, when you search your ipod for something to listen to and the only thing you come up with is Rachmanninov's concert #2. Seagulls fly in circles outside your office, signalling that rain is coming, the sun's reflection on the screen no longer bothers you. A night in with a movie now sounds like a plan instead of just an alternative.

Somehow it is not just melancholy. The Gothic Quartier as if made in sepia, locals actually living their lives, tourists silently retiring to the sidewalks of the streets that are beeing reclaimed by ordinary people. The time has come for everyday life to become the focal point.

And another night in with the tindersticks and a glass of wine does not sound that bad. The city can be silent...

...but only until tomorrow.