Closing in on 4pm. The silence after the storm, the brightness in between clouds an distance. Raindrops on the roofs, cold air and a vague sense of purity. Indecisive to get out. Watching. Waiting.
Way later down todays road. Windows closed again, to keep the weathers out. And still below, listening to their singing and howling, to the tapping of water on windowpanes and the gargling down old pipes. In between, it seems neighbours are singing their kids to some sleep, late as well. Weekend went by, mind already a bit ahead. Trying to stay here, now, still, for a while, until the schedule returns. Have a soft night wherever you are.
Sun and clouds and a sudden hailstorm and inbound messaging and small tasks that turn much bigger than one expected, otherwise they'd probably have been postponed. Watching processes move forth, status counters increase, logs fill, costs sum up. Technology invisible to the eye, virtual gears jammed deep inside of wherever.
Andere unerwartete Zwischenstunden. Kaffee auf dem Balkon, Schneeregen. Aktivrauchen, Passivrauchen und die seltsamen Gefüge und Gepflogenheiten kleiner sozialer Systeme. Auch: Technische Irrwege, beherzte Schritte auf unsicheres Terrain, und immer nur ein Stück davon entfernt, abzurutschen und bäuchlings im Schlamm zu landen. Manchmal ist es unerwartet schwer, eine gute Figur zu machen.
Afternoon, under the storm. Or the rain, whatever is to roam the hours. // 📷 366skies