No sleep so far: A veil of clouds to keep a cluster of stars from the undeserving view. Different proximity similar non-dreams.
📷 lost-in-moments
Afternoon and the wind. Hours flying, bees dancing, ants climbing up legs. Breathing in shadows. Trying to not be seen. An exercise of silence next to the waves of the world.
📷 lost-in-moments
Past noon. The scent of these weeks. Meditation in details. Hiding from ones own shadow.
📷 lost-in-moments
An evening, again, of feeling that gap between mental time and measured hour. Clouds and sun and clouds came and went, indecisive and ephemeral, leaving damp, warm air, hot stones and the mood of these nights in the midst of the year one tends only to remember but rarely to consciously live through. A bunch of teenagers sitting on the sidewalk, almost motionless, maybe in conversations or just in a shared moment of silence. Wondering, for a split second, how this age felt, cigarettes and cheap wine included. And not putting very much trust in ones own memories right now, in images seen while looking back and things how they actually happened. (A plane descending, a couple of swallows circling high above. Golden leaves, an inbound phone call elsewhere, early dusk just before the streetlights wake. Maybe sometimes abstraction just gets into ones own way, on whichever level that is to happen. Have a calm evening wherever you are.)
📷 lost-in-moments
Elsewhere, slightly later and trying to balance weathers, temperatures, moods and realities. Way too much irritation in virtually everything. A nervous cat going for flies. A bunch of teenagers heading for the river again, apparently pulling a cart with a decent speaker and the music seems to strike more than just one chord right now. Reconsidering identity, peer groups, tribes and how to stay away from things that feel alienating. Clouds veiling early sunset. Stories of tackling rituals and routines, unknown outcome. Be safe on your way through your evening, wherever you are.
