In between rain. Afternoons. The day stumbles forth. // đˇ 366skiesÂ
Too: Two days to Christmas, the green tree the scent of this time of year - and a sudden, all-embracing yearning for the shores, the wind, the sea.
10am and on. Mornings devoid of shape and direction. Lighting another candle, because light always feels soothing and because they keep a slight sense of orientation in days that sometimes seem dissociated from here and now, whatever that is.
Sehr viel später, oder frĂźher: Noch einmal mit den Gespenstern tanzen, bevor sie sich zur Ruhe legen. Katze beobachten, die am offenen Fenster sitzt, Morgenluft im glatten Fell, und ihrerseits reglos die erwachenden HĂśfe mustert. Nachhall vergangener Stunden ausklingen lassen zusammen mit jenen Träumen, auf die man verzichten kann. Ordnung schaffen vor dem ersten Kaffee. Habt es mild heute.Â
Closing in on 11pm. Concluding the day. Filing whatever insights gained in conversations. Emptying the queue of thoughts all along with ones glass. Quietly observing the individual ways the neighbourhood follows to make it through to the new dawn. Too tired oneself to consciously follow much longer. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.Â