Somewhat later. The quietness in different place. Hazy light. // đˇ lost-in-momentsÂ
Through the darkness again. At some point fog turned to rain again and then disappeared. Still, a few small streams of water run down concrete lanes that turn to loose stones and finally dirt and mud up there where forests separate village from the vast realm of stones and snow. Emptying todays drinks. Gazing into the valley, no real sense of orientation beyond what's offered by the few streetlights. Accepting being small in here, as an ongoing yet familiar challenge. Have a quiet night wherever you are!
Closing in on 6pm. Narrow roads, steep curves, crowded busses. Small creeks raging through valleys, foaming and falling from steps down to the river. In and out of fog and clouds. Veiled horizons, a vague proximity in between.Â
Afternoon. The grey. Moving with the rain, here and back. // đˇ 366skiesÂ
Seltsame Enden langer StraĂen. Gebäude so grau wie der regenschwere Himmel. Inmitten von Fremden, dazwischen ein paar Bäume. Fragmente von Gedanken. Die Unwirklichkeit anderer Städte.Â