4pm and on. Coffee and notebooks. Meditating the afternoon. Sun setting over a pale horizon. We're the distance, too, vast and open and immeasurable.
Irgendwann steht man auf der Brücke, spürt die warme Sonne auf Gesicht und Haut, hört Strömung verhalten um die Pfeiler spülen, den Verkehr der großen Straßen, das Summen der Wohngebiete nebenan. Bunte Spaziergänger auf den Wiesen, Hunde jagen einander das Ufer entlang, dem Jahr wachsen Blumen. Verloren, für kurz, in einem zeitlosen Moment.
📷 lost-in-moments
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 Withdrawn to the depths of one's own confined spaces again, hiding from the outside grey while storm is playing with snow turning rain.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.