In and out again. The rough path out of dreams and into night and cautiously back again. At 3am everything feels somewhat distorted and it's incredible to see there's not just no signal within the noise, there's not even noise right now. Relocating a slightly anxious self. Trying to reconnect to different dreams, for better or for worse.
Voices, louder, brighter. Music for mornings, still at the very edge of day.
5pm and on. Rolling wheels. Turning wheels, on high towers, in the breeze that carresses trees and fields. Forcing focus back, to not get lost in the waves floating across the grass and grains. Hazy afternoons in between concrete and hills.