Residency in Börstingen - 12

Now it is a summer; before me are tall grasses, wheat fields, poppies and wildflowers. The sun is so bright it is drowning everything out. Afternoon.

But what if now it is really winter? What if this here and now is already a memory and I am just re-experiencing this memory in a very vivid way?
What if outside of this vivid memory, outside of this hot summer afternoon, it is now really winter and I am sitting here at my desk, watching the grey clouds pass outside the window - like a moment in a dream, where you think to yourself that I am now dreaming.

I try to wake myself from the summer afternoon, but for now I can't seem to - no more than you can wake yourself from the moment in which you are reading these lines.