Am Anfang am Ende der Straße liegt Grau. Sanfte Wolken über sanften Hügeln, rapsgelbe Felder und Gräben, aus denen Gestrüpp und Birken wachsen. Sinnieren vom Brücken und Licht und Nähe. Wieder im eigenen Viertel in der eigenen Küche, dann. Das stille Gefühl des Ankommens.
📷 lost-in-moments
Much later. Out of touch with daytime and the late hours and most of the flow to guide from dawn till dusk. A neighbourhood half asleep. A bus stop serving as a hideout for abandoned electric scooters and teenage souls smoking and drinking and not wanting to go home and there are stories of coming of age in all of us and most of these are oozing melancholy and imagination. Unlocking locking doors, retreating to ones own sanctuary, considering having a cigarette with the restless and wild and yet giving up on that and dimming lights, knowing morning's close again. Have a quiescing night wherever you are.
Returning with the fading afternoon. Sun still on warm faces, feeling the heat of the day the dust of soft forest ground and the surface of a few small pieces of wood kept close in the trousers pockets. Between not wanting to collect more things and having nearby small artifacts of random meaning.
10pm and on. Returned, at least physically. White clouds and stars to fill the dark void above. Teenagers drinking in a corner of a parking lot, little music, smoke and laughter. Dimly lit windows, closed doors, meadows and the river sleeping in silence just across the street. Different homes different moods, and slightly tired from moving too fast. Have a calm night wherever you are. 
📷 lost-in-moments
Closing in on 11pm. A positive kind of exhaustion. Hardly remembering how this morning started, hours and miles away. Standing behind these huge windows, watching the lights of the harbour and ships on the open sea and it feels like haven't been anywhere else recently. Pondering ambivalences and strange attractions until thoughts get stuck in each other and silence finds its way. Have a quiet night wherever you are.