10am and on. A dense grey again, slightly less bright than yesterday. Keeping ones own light steady still, trying to be a bit from everything in everywhere. Breathing the scent of forest in the living room. The solemn in the memories.
10am and on. Exploring different kinds of rain. The mild one and the freezing one. The one to embrace and permeate everything, much like fog, the fierce, strong one to clear autumn trees of its last leaves. The one descending from dark skies with storms passing through. And the current one, prevailing in a state of grey, subliminal and yet seemingly always there.
Too: Watching. Watcher. Unsure whether subject or object. Knowing how perception, mood, reality is twisted and bent by input received through numerous channels. Breathing, against tensions that transcend mere physical phenomenons.