Somewhere close to evening. Numb, unmotivated, sitting behind closed windows, watching the grey weather. Hot tea, cold rooms. Downstairs, someone's practising on the piano, playing the same tune over and over without too much enthusiasm or inspiration. And maybe this sums things up more or less on a larger scale too.
4pm, slowing down. At least a bit. Concluding the few things that went through today. Notekeeping, bookkeeping, wondering where time went and again and again feeling amazed looking at another day that passed by almost unnoticed. Following smaller roads, more than ever searching for routes to circumvent the crowds, heading on. In transit, all too often.
Close to 5pm. The dust, settling. Literally, too. Watching clouds race by, or at least it feels just like that. Listening to a world behind dirty windows. (More items to fill long lists.) Too early for candles. Days that wear unfamiliar colours. Always close to rain.
2pm and on. Watching weather bounce between rain and snow again, and some neighbours hurrying home with tightly packed Christmas trees. Also: More coffee. And indecisive when it comes to music today. The noise of quiet hours.
Blurred grey realities.