Closing in on 3am. An open window, a distant world, a desire to call out on the icy dark. Keeping oneself back still. Not ready maybe to know who could probably respond.
Closing in on midnight: Sightings. // 📷 lost-in-moments
(Sonnenschirm. Sonnenblumen. Nur keine Sonnenbrille. Trockene Grasnarbe unter den Bäumen, jeder Schritt staubt. Auf der anderen Seite neue Maulwurfshügel. Ameisen erobern den Brombeerstrauch. Regenbogen im Wassersprinkler. Und der Spatz sortiert Körner, wirft Ausgelesenes aus der Futterschale. Jede Menge anderer Farben zwischen viel Grün.)
8pm and on. Slowly wrapping up again. An unplanned dive back into the earlier day. Trying to make sense of unexpected findings, of results that shouldn't be there because the data shouldn't be, either. (Talking moving targets again, or maybe the arrow's just too slow for the game.)