5pm and on. Sundays are for staying in touch too. Also: Found a good balance between light and dark in these early dusk hours of another fleeing weekend. Keeping the usual burdened mood at arms length, or at least trying.
4pm. Amidst artificial lights. Withdrawn to the depths of one's own confined spaces again, hiding from the outside grey while storm is playing with snow turning rain.
7pm. The temporary silence to follow the storm. Scent of rain still in the streets but warmer than expected. Weeks behind week ahead. Different takes on spirituality. Mind entangled in too many contrasting worlds.
The afternoon. Devoid of sunlight. This is where to hide. // 📷 366skies
(Früher Sonntagnachmittag, Tropfen auf den Dachblechen, überall Unruhe draußen und ganz drinnen. Keine Pläne für diese Stunden, keine Wege, die gegangen werden sollen. Aber auch kein wirkliches Loslassen in der ungeordneten, unvergebenen Zeit.)