Closing in on 10pm, after all. Before and after preparations. Still in progress, tiny steps, unsure how far the evening brought things today. Too, again trying to and failing at keeping daily life and late hours separated, with topics massively fading into each other, casting long shadows, nudging and pushing one back to wherever things were left off when logging out earlier. Sorting the pile of stuff into a sorted stack, as a closing exercise for now. Just slowly improving at this as well. Have a restful night wherever you are.
(Tageskreis schließt sich, Ordnungsversuche in der abendlichen Küche. Harte Schatten, grelles Licht von unten, in den Innenhöfen wird allerlei Unrat zusammengetragen und auf einen Anhänger verladen. Gelegentlich klappern und dröhnen Dinge, verbunden mit mehr oder weniger unterdrücktem Schimpfen. Noch ein Tee dazu, und die Erkenntnis, dass einen die besten Ideen entlang der Strecke ereilen und danach wieder verlassen. Gewohnte Muster.)
(Tee im Warmen. Welt hinter eigenen Türen aussperren. Die Forsythie beobachten, die in der alten bastumwundenen Vase blüht. Gelblichgrauer Himmel, gelbgraues Gefühl.)
4pm, changing context changing places and afternoon almost turning night again, at least in its perception of brightness. These are the weeks where winter and spring are entwined inseparably and ones soul keeps bouncing back and forth between both. Too much caffeine, too much thrust.
10pm and on, a familiar hour that feels aeons later than usual. Eyes on the interface, logging traffic for anomalies and wondering what is going on after all. But maybe at some point there's a natural filter to avoid insights into serious issues and keep one reliably clueless during the different phases of night. (Tea cooled down, candle still flickering. A lof of effort required for way too little. Head too heavy for incenses at the moment. The calming effect of a light late breeze. Day by day. Have a calm sleep wherever you are.)