#eveningrituals — Public Fediverse posts

(Out in the cold, returning. Dried grass, remainders of snow under bushy remainders of last autumn. Navigation by streetlight rather than by stars even though sky would be clear enough for that. Strangers nearby, familiarities afar. The mind, as a collection of standby states.)

#outerworld #concrete city #evening rituals #the winter in everything

We don't know either. A lot later and the day slowly retreats. Collections of obscurities, a list of roughly outlined tasks, relevant steps in the process still missing and unsure how to follow up. Cleaning up, just to watch things getting messy once left alone for a few moments. The miraculous aspects of complex systems to show off again. No sleep so far. There's a right time for everything maybe. Have a calm night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #evening rituals #half awake half asleep