4pm and on. Dashed lines and dotted lines, building random shapes building mental models that seem as ephemeral and subject to sudden change as clouds are. Not that this day has any. Also: That tension, ever-present and yet sometimes more palpable. That part of the city that manages rather well to conceal its quiet green. That hour of day where various batteries are in disputable state. Completely focusing on the very moment - another missing superpower.
Elsewhere. Waiting for the sky to let some sun pass. Brighter than expected, brighter than felt for the day. // 📷 366skies
9am and on. Encoding issues, distributed across several parts of systems. Err in the assumption that things will fix themselves with the effects of two different errors voiding each other. Trivial insight but sometimes a little backing by practical experience doesn't hurt. (Too, watching golden leaves in front of a grey sky again. Stories of autumns and time zones.)
Kurz vor der Dämmerung kann sich der Tag noch zu Sonne durchringen. Einige wenige Nachbarn trotzen dem kalten stürmischen Wind. Die Tauben verharren auf dem geschützteren Vordach und beobachten das Treiben auf der Straße aus sicherer Entfernung. (Eigene Tasse leeren. Und die Kaffeekanne ausspülen, eine trübe Neige fortschütten, die mit der Zeit zu abgestandener Bitterkeit fand. Etwas Ordnung schaffen, für den Ausklang eines Sonntags im Spätwinter. Festhalten an den hellen Streifen im dichten wilden Grau.)