No sleep so far: A veil of clouds to keep a cluster of stars from the undeserving view. Different proximity similar non-dreams.
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Afternoon and the wind. Hours flying, bees dancing, ants climbing up legs. Breathing in shadows. Trying to not be seen. An exercise of silence next to the waves of the world.Â
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Past noon. The scent of these weeks. Meditation in details. Hiding from ones own shadow.
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An evening, again, of feeling that gap between mental time and measured hour. Clouds and sun and clouds came and went, indecisive and ephemeral, leaving damp, warm air, hot stones and the mood of these nights in the midst of the year one tends only to remember but rarely to consciously live through. A bunch of teenagers sitting on the sidewalk, almost motionless, maybe in conversations or just in a shared moment of silence. Wondering, for a split second, how this age felt, cigarettes and cheap wine included. And not putting very much trust in ones own memories right now, in images seen while looking back and things how they actually happened. (A plane descending, a couple of swallows circling high above. Golden leaves, an inbound phone call elsewhere, early dusk just before the streetlights wake. Maybe sometimes abstraction just gets into ones own way, on whichever level that is to happen. Have a calm evening wherever you are.)
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Schon wieder immer noch Mittagshitze. Die Kirschen reifen. Spuren der Waschbären unter dem Flieder, auf dem Bildschirm. Ferner: Kekse, Sonnenschirm, Buch. Ein startendes Flugzeug, neugierige Ameisen und es ist nicht zu warm fĂźr Kaffee, die groĂe Tasse.
