#latesundays — Public Fediverse posts
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Finally, back and reattaching. Appartment cooled down a bit, clouds leaving at least a little glimpse of late sun just before the day comes to a close. Music in the pub, toned down chatter on the balcony nearby, a bus waiting for travellers a mind waiting for dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #late sundays -
Preparations for late early week night, after all. Inhaling moist cool air, watching other appartements watch pictures move across huge screens, attempting to tell the program and topic from the colours involved, the frame switches, the speed of cuts. Not that it really mattered but at least it is distracting, at a safe distance. And then for a dream, for the dark hours, for the day to come. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #late sundays #half awake half asleep
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And late rituals. Sunday winding down. Chatter of teenagers in the street, the waiting near the bus stop, the hanging out in front of the pub and there's a bunch of chords in the air but no voice and mind's slow on recognising old classics. Air's dense and soft, late spring makes breathing harder than desirable, and new morning just an arms length from here. About finding sleep and sticking to it. For better or worse. Have a calm night wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #late sundays
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Frühe Sonntagabendroutinen. Und heißer Tee. Ein wenig Erleichterung in Tagen unter Spannung. Schwalbenkreise hoch in unerwartet heller, warmer Sonne. Gegenüber Rückkehr, Ankunft, Zusammenkunft. Und Gespräche. Und noch keine Musik, auch wenn die Stunde Klänge bräuchte. #outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #late sundays
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Sunday evening mood, hours later. Heavy head dizzy mind and outlines and messages and deviations in inner roads leading the flow of thoughts astray repeatedly. Some music, perceived briefly, not really focussed. Breathing against the cough and the night. Watching the street gradually dim its windows. A wink of an eye until dawn. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #late sundays #half awake half asleep
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Edge of day edge of week and that line where rhythms slowly change. Always trying to avoid peeking into the coming tasks too early, always failing. The reoccurring sound of water on the roof and in the drains. Second row car parking. Muddy reflections. A half empty pub. Weak music. Late visitors, little left to be done today. Have a soft night wherever you are.
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Very much later again, in and out of that typical mood of the day. Schedules tightened. Messages discarded. Tempted by the idea of peeking across the line of dusk and dawn into the new week - and having given in to that particular temptation. Coloured light chains on the terrace railings, the sound of a more enthusiastic conversation and of bottles being emptied into glasses. Too late probably to resort to music and another drink so maybe fishing for some dreams is the best choice of the hour. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #late sundays #the evening silence
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Many hours from there, settling mind. The night resting on the houses like a calm dark bird. Few stars manage to send light through its feathers. Lanterns on the terrace. A phone call, one half of the story dripping into motionless dark. Laughter. Across the street, people are cleaning tables and washing dishes. A dog behind a closed balcony door, staring out until attention wanes. Unpacking, packing again. Some rest, some tension always, and grateful still. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #always in between #sleep as an option #late sundays
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Letting the evening pass, once more. Decrypting server messages, but it seems their data isn't of much relevance today. Putting things on that pile to take care of tomorrow, already halfway into the new morning despite still wanting to keep the week away a bit. Indecisive weather, wild clouds and few stars in between, vague ideas of the dreams this kind of night is about to grow. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #late sundays #stories of autumn real and imagined #calming down #concrete city