(Elsewhere, people are spending the quiet days sleeping in trucks, near the highway, with nowhere to go and still no way to finish their routes and get home as fast as they could because they're not allowed to drive on holidays and they're not the only ones on the list of people left out ignored in the cold these days even while direly needed. Sometimes it just feels disheartening.)
6pm. Kitchens under dark skies. Cleaning up. Routine speeds things up. Boxing and freezing leftovers. Eating some cookies that remained after these hours. Way too much coffee, racing heartbeat and a dizzy noise in ears and mind. A sigh. Slowing down.
Afternoon. A warm sun, a soft light and the clouds that last. // 📷 366skies
Nachmittagsschwere. Sonne tief über den Dächern. Der Fluss zieht glänzend durch Wiesen aus schlammigem Grün. Angeheitert vom Wein, halb verloren in den Themen zwischen den Zeilen. Kein Schnee außerhalb der Erinnerung.
(Watching the day rise behind old lights and stained windows. Slowly, early. Listening to the absence of noise as this week stands still. In thoughts, for a moment, with everyone out there following the beats of daily rhythm, the demands of everyday life, the challenges of keeping things up and running, as well as with everyone physically or mentally separated from what would matter to them, what sparks joy, what would make moments brighter and thoughts a bit calmer. Please be safe everyone wherever you are.)