No sleep so far: A veil of clouds to keep a cluster of stars from the undeserving view. Different proximity similar non-dreams.

Clouds, a star and two trees above a roof. Monochrome.

📷 lost-in-moments 

Finally: Upstairs in sweat. The rooms that have filled like a sponge with the heat of the hours. Opening windows wide, inviting the cool dark in. There's a party in the backyard, like it used to be in most of these days before. The choice of music, in between celebrating life and yearnings of all kind and a subliminal enthusiasm about the miracles found in the distance between here and everywhere else. A journey, every morning anew. Have a joyful night wherever you are. 

Very much later again. Recollecting the images of days. Filing what piled up. Leaving a few notes here and there but overally feeling content seeing the structures and colours and lines shape imaginations and memories. An open wide city outside, remainders of sunlight and what seems distant fireworks. Exercises in savouring the short, ephemeral moment. And letting go, at least of a few dangling thoughts. Have a soft night wherever you are.

A lot later again, and still the softness of these weeks' light. Heading for the longest days, being more than ever like detached from actual daytime, lost to inner clock rather than a good emotional understanding of hours and minutes and it could as well be past mental midnight. Staring through dusty windows into the vast endlessness of these skies, waiting for stars and Moon to maybe show up. Maybe. Or for sleep to veil these eyes with dreams for now, whatever is first. Have a calm night wherever you are.

After dusk, after hours. The songs of the crows disappeared in unknown distances. Same as the wind. Quiet shadows of trees between houses and streets and the river and its meadows. Neighbours engaged in conversations on the balcony, an indifferent dog sleeping under that small table, candle flickering as if it was to prevent dark fully on its own. Striving to remember how the morning started but not getting hold of these thoughts anymore. Maybe there's goodness in this kind of forgetting, too. Have a soft night wherever you are.