Afternoon. In between here and there. Gradually slowing down. // đˇ 366skiesÂ
2pm and half of something, not sure whether asleep or awake. There's always some conversation going on nearby, and some are louder than others. Too: Sun moving on, peeking under that umbrella, slowly starting to heat up legs and feet. Waiting for the next cloud, or overcoming laziness to rearrange shadowÂ
Early afternoon. The hours of sun. Short periods of sleep hidden in the green. // đˇ 366skiesÂ
Tired and restless and unsure which side wins. Laying down in shadows, yet not managing to find a comfortable position for longer. And why seems everything to turn so much louder while trying to achieve temporary serenity? Better times and worse times for sleep, maybe.Â
Evening. Quietness of outer realms. To savour these moments devoid of time and language. // đˇ 366skiesÂ