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Days are busy, more so than expected. July has been a month of movement, all hurry. It ends with one last trip, more business than pleasure yet still a joy. Familiar faces alway make coming here fun, though there is also the pang that this is shortlived. There's a stretch of the city that is now becoming familiar to me, routes I can walk in my mind.

I rest up beneath the mountain, donning it's cloud kappie in the bright winter sunshine. The bustling burg spread beneath a grand old berg.

Lots to think and feel, but I have not yet caught up with myself. There will be more time to reflect in August, I can hope, underneath more familiar skies.