#still_waking — Public Fediverse posts

Und wieder - Nacht abstreifen, Nacht abwerfen, Träume zurückspulen, ihre Bilder und Töne noch einmal vorüberstreichen lassen, unsicher, ob sie auch Düfte in sich tragen könnten. Wieder jede Menge lose Enden, jede Menge offene Anfragen, und dazu die Unsicherheit, Muster an Stellen zu sehen, an denen es keine gibt. Durchatmen unter kaltem Wasser. Kaffee kochen. Auf den Tag warten, und der Stadt vor den Fenstern in ihrem Schweigen zuhören. Habt es mild heute. #outerworld #concrete_city #the_early_hours #still_waking

Und wieder - Nacht abstreifen, Nacht abwerfen, Träume zurückspulen, ihre Bilder und Töne noch einmal vorüberstreichen lassen, unsicher, ob sie auch Düfte in sich tragen könnten. Wieder jede Menge lose Enden, jede Menge offene Anfragen, und dazu die Unsicherheit, Muster an Stellen zu sehen, an denen es keine gibt. Durchatmen unter kaltem Wasser. Kaffee kochen. Auf den Tag warten, und der Stadt vor den Fenstern in ihrem Schweigen zuhören. Habt es mild heute. #outerworld #concrete_city #the_early_hours #still_waking

Und wieder - Nacht abstreifen, Nacht abwerfen, Träume zurückspulen, ihre Bilder und Töne noch einmal vorüberstreichen lassen, unsicher, ob sie auch Düfte in sich tragen könnten. Wieder jede Menge lose Enden, jede Menge offene Anfragen, und dazu die Unsicherheit, Muster an Stellen zu sehen, an denen es keine gibt. Durchatmen unter kaltem Wasser. Kaffee kochen. Auf den Tag warten, und der Stadt vor den Fenstern in ihrem Schweigen zuhören. Habt es mild heute. #outerworld #concrete_city #the_early_hours #still_waking

Und wieder - Nacht abstreifen, Nacht abwerfen, Träume zurückspulen, ihre Bilder und Töne noch einmal vorüberstreichen lassen, unsicher, ob sie auch Düfte in sich tragen könnten. Wieder jede Menge lose Enden, jede Menge offene Anfragen, und dazu die Unsicherheit, Muster an Stellen zu sehen, an denen es keine gibt. Durchatmen unter kaltem Wasser. Kaffee kochen. Auf den Tag warten, und der Stadt vor den Fenstern in ihrem Schweigen zuhören. Habt es mild heute. #outerworld #concrete_city #the_early_hours #still_waking

Und wieder - Nacht abstreifen, Nacht abwerfen, Träume zurückspulen, ihre Bilder und Töne noch einmal vorüberstreichen lassen, unsicher, ob sie auch Düfte in sich tragen könnten. Wieder jede Menge lose Enden, jede Menge offene Anfragen, und dazu die Unsicherheit, Muster an Stellen zu sehen, an denen es keine gibt. Durchatmen unter kaltem Wasser. Kaffee kochen. Auf den Tag warten, und der Stadt vor den Fenstern in ihrem Schweigen zuhören. Habt es mild heute. #outerworld #concrete_city #the_early_hours #still_waking

Closing in on 8am, quite aligned with the speed of day again. Meetings prepared, mailboxes emptied, windows of different kinds opened wide. Another mug of coffee, a short moment in between to appreciate the silence before the construction site is completely waking up. And preparing for people, contacts, communication, always trying to find the right mental suit for the next team on the list. #outerworld #concrete_city #home_office_hours #still_waking

Closing in on 8am, quite aligned with the speed of day again. Meetings prepared, mailboxes emptied, windows of different kinds opened wide. Another mug of coffee, a short moment in between to appreciate the silence before the construction site is completely waking up. And preparing for people, contacts, communication, always trying to find the right mental suit for the next team on the list. #outerworld #concrete_city #home_office_hours #still_waking

Closing in on 8am, quite aligned with the speed of day again. Meetings prepared, mailboxes emptied, windows of different kinds opened wide. Another mug of coffee, a short moment in between to appreciate the silence before the construction site is completely waking up. And preparing for people, contacts, communication, always trying to find the right mental suit for the next team on the list. #outerworld #concrete_city #home_office_hours #still_waking

Closing in on 8am, quite aligned with the speed of day again. Meetings prepared, mailboxes emptied, windows of different kinds opened wide. Another mug of coffee, a short moment in between to appreciate the silence before the construction site is completely waking up. And preparing for people, contacts, communication, always trying to find the right mental suit for the next team on the list. #outerworld #concrete_city #home_office_hours #still_waking

Closing in on 8am, quite aligned with the speed of day again. Meetings prepared, mailboxes emptied, windows of different kinds opened wide. Another mug of coffee, a short moment in between to appreciate the silence before the construction site is completely waking up. And preparing for people, contacts, communication, always trying to find the right mental suit for the next team on the list. #outerworld #concrete_city #home_office_hours #still_waking

Dawn and that particular shade of blue unique to early hours. Morning stars, white red green, gently moving south. The singing of birds in the backyards, the waking city. A veil of thin ice coating the reality of that new day. #outerworld #concrete_city #stories_of_the_light_at_the_edges_of_dawn #still_waking

Dawn and that particular shade of blue unique to early hours. Morning stars, white red green, gently moving south. The singing of birds in the backyards, the waking city. A veil of thin ice coating the reality of that new day. #outerworld #concrete_city #stories_of_the_light_at_the_edges_of_dawn #still_waking

Dawn and that particular shade of blue unique to early hours. Morning stars, white red green, gently moving south. The singing of birds in the backyards, the waking city. A veil of thin ice coating the reality of that new day. #outerworld #concrete_city #stories_of_the_light_at_the_edges_of_dawn #still_waking

Dawn and that particular shade of blue unique to early hours. Morning stars, white red green, gently moving south. The singing of birds in the backyards, the waking city. A veil of thin ice coating the reality of that new day. #outerworld #concrete_city #stories_of_the_light_at_the_edges_of_dawn #still_waking

Dawn and that particular shade of blue unique to early hours. Morning stars, white red green, gently moving south. The singing of birds in the backyards, the waking city. A veil of thin ice coating the reality of that new day. #outerworld #concrete_city #stories_of_the_light_at_the_edges_of_dawn #still_waking

☕️ Books at arms length. Collecting paragraphs and perspectives. Coffee and other sides of fences. 9am, sunny horizon. #outerworld #concrete_city #saturdays #still_waking

☕️ Books at arms length. Collecting paragraphs and perspectives. Coffee and other sides of fences. 9am, sunny horizon. #outerworld #concrete_city #saturdays #still_waking

☕️ Books at arms length. Collecting paragraphs and perspectives. Coffee and other sides of fences. 9am, sunny horizon. #outerworld #concrete_city #saturdays #still_waking

☕️ Books at arms length. Collecting paragraphs and perspectives. Coffee and other sides of fences. 9am, sunny horizon. #outerworld #concrete_city #saturdays #still_waking

☕️ Books at arms length. Collecting paragraphs and perspectives. Coffee and other sides of fences. 9am, sunny horizon. #outerworld #concrete_city #saturdays #still_waking

Infrastructure cleaned up, task logs and issue trackers, too. A second mug, window opened wide to let the day wave in. Sparrows crows magpies on roofs, a woman wearing a bright flower-coloured coat and expensive-looking sunglasses is rolling expensive-looking suitcases down the road heading for the bus stop, a few kids are late for school, the janitors across the street conclude their brief exchange and return to their basements. Morning before 8am, tiny steps.
#outerworld #home_office_hours #concrete_city #still_waking

Infrastructure cleaned up, task logs and issue trackers, too. A second mug, window opened wide to let the day wave in. Sparrows crows magpies on roofs, a woman wearing a bright flower-coloured coat and expensive-looking sunglasses is rolling expensive-looking suitcases down the road heading for the bus stop, a few kids are late for school, the janitors across the street conclude their brief exchange and return to their basements. Morning before 8am, tiny steps.
#outerworld #home_office_hours #concrete_city #still_waking

Infrastructure cleaned up, task logs and issue trackers, too. A second mug, window opened wide to let the day wave in. Sparrows crows magpies on roofs, a woman wearing a bright flower-coloured coat and expensive-looking sunglasses is rolling expensive-looking suitcases down the road heading for the bus stop, a few kids are late for school, the janitors across the street conclude their brief exchange and return to their basements. Morning before 8am, tiny steps.
#outerworld #home_office_hours #concrete_city #still_waking

Infrastructure cleaned up, task logs and issue trackers, too. A second mug, window opened wide to let the day wave in. Sparrows crows magpies on roofs, a woman wearing a bright flower-coloured coat and expensive-looking sunglasses is rolling expensive-looking suitcases down the road heading for the bus stop, a few kids are late for school, the janitors across the street conclude their brief exchange and return to their basements. Morning before 8am, tiny steps.
#outerworld #home_office_hours #concrete_city #still_waking

Infrastructure cleaned up, task logs and issue trackers, too. A second mug, window opened wide to let the day wave in. Sparrows crows magpies on roofs, a woman wearing a bright flower-coloured coat and expensive-looking sunglasses is rolling expensive-looking suitcases down the road heading for the bus stop, a few kids are late for school, the janitors across the street conclude their brief exchange and return to their basements. Morning before 8am, tiny steps.
#outerworld #home_office_hours #concrete_city #still_waking

Same hour, half awake, frantic motions already, still in some fallback mode. Listening to the neighbourhood slowly waking, hearing a the bus engine idling near the platform and feeling very much alike for a moment.
#outerworld #concrete_city #the_early_hours #still_waking

Same hour, half awake, frantic motions already, still in some fallback mode. Listening to the neighbourhood slowly waking, hearing a the bus engine idling near the platform and feeling very much alike for a moment.
#outerworld #concrete_city #the_early_hours #still_waking

Same hour, half awake, frantic motions already, still in some fallback mode. Listening to the neighbourhood slowly waking, hearing a the bus engine idling near the platform and feeling very much alike for a moment.
#outerworld #concrete_city #the_early_hours #still_waking