9pm. On, off. There's a contrast in between bits and flowers, algorithms and the ever-growing untamed green. And all of a sudden the day went by and so did the week. Even in these warm long summers, hours seem shrinking or attention is just too flooded to really handle the speed of things.
Nebenan: Goldrute, Schafgarbe, Weizen. Schlamm trocknet auf rauhen Beinen, Ameisen klettern bis zu den Knien. Dunstige Frühdämmerung. Momente wie in einer Waschküche.
Closing in on 10pm, and even a bit of rain, a bit of thunder later, evening's damp and hot. It seems all about laying down and focusing on what direly needs to be done, breathing included. A lot of small lights in the backyards, a lot of lanterns on balconies, people resting on outdoor chairs under the last remainders of sun. Neccessities of life, too: Students putting wet clothes out to dry. Few conversations. Even less wind.
Near 11pm. A late plane heading south. No moon no rain few bright schemes on an otherwise quiet, shapeless sky. Unsure how close to dreams this might be. (Have a gentle night everyone wherever you are.)
Early evening. Layers and layers of soft white, moving at different speed and altitude. Hiding from the sun, waiting for the wind. // 📷 366skies