#sundayevening — Public Fediverse posts

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Warm air, tall lines, and the city still buzzing. Sunday evenings hit different here - Boston showing off again. #WestEnd #NorthStation #Boston #Massachusetts #SpringHeat #SundayEvening #Photography

Sunday fleeing, once again. Moon, clear and cold amidst a thin layer of clouds. The evening shows still airing, the neighbourhood screens still flooding homes with pictures and most likely sounds. Silence in the backyards, a single car leaving for the road the bridge the highway. Maybe. At some point, night and actual reality just dissolves in stories and dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #sunday evening #stories of late light and late minds #concrete city

I’m not particularly special, but I’m willing to bet I am, in at least a few unimportant ways, unique and dagnammit I’ll say glorious (in my own way) for it.

…Unless you’re an Edinburgh-based father currently cooking roast dinner, shovelling pickled onions into his face, and religiously watching the score in the Eagles v Giants game? In which case, gimme a shout!

#SundayEvening

(Hinter den eigenen Fenstern. Dichtes Grau, eine Kerze, der Wind singt und klappert. Kneipenlicht spiegelt sich auf dem Blech parkender Autos. Keine Schritte in der Straße. Das Haus ruht im frühen Sonntagabend.)

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #the weather in days

Beyond dusk once more. Training ones own ability to tell the current time from listening to the chatter and music and noises of the tired yet still awake neighbourhood, the sound of dishes and late dinners and bottles and the opening, closing of balcony doors, to the street, to the backyards, to the darkness that feels like just floating in with the wind once more, embracing, indifferent, here because it just has to be this way. Sunday evening rituals. Sunday evening mood. The usual flow. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #later that day later that night #stories of technology and temporary fixes

Finally: Back for today. Surrounded by cold air, close to top of the house. Almost overstimulated again with the lights and tones and scents of the city, the barking of dogs, the ringing of doorbells, the joy in voices welcoming late guests. Evening out there under a hazy sky. Pushing the new week to far beyond the horizon of dawn. Trying to settle in oneself before dreams unfold. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #sunday evening #always in between

Hours later again. Different ideas of meditation to get at least parts of the self into some sort of equilibrium. Weekend coming to a close, agenda slowly unfolding. Complex dependencies, shared views, conflicting poles. And always a bit of confusion in both. Still, city evening. Spanish guitar, not in the mood for the piano and lacking good approaches to handle oneself. Have a calm night everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #sunday evening

Fireworks again. Sound only, lights hidden behind houses. The big small city. Pictures of hours and days lining up, intertwined with the leftovers of conversations and the unresolved pieces kept on the shelf for later, in between the protecting covers of books. Sunday evening mood, a wave of perception making heart beat faster and mind race around itself at increasing speed. No stars so far, no dreams and still waiting for the new dark as a mental bedcloth. Unsure whether sleepy or tired. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #always in between

Sunday, early late evening. Crossing the river again, a brief nod to the old skyline and the unfamiliar view in front of it. Some people still sitting in the fields chatting while their dogs are playing near the water. Some are heading home, slightly drunk apparently. Subliminal noises, random breeze. A sky missing any stars tonight, but the clouds feel like thunder and rain. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #where we are we are

And then the day withdraws and takes most of its light to the distance separating present from past. A bunch of pictures unsorted, few preparations done, not yet completely willing to take a peak beyond tonights boundaries. Rituals, back to common flows. And a quiet hope for rest, before that. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #sunday evening

10pm and stepping forth in between old houses. The day soothing itself to sleep, night waking to its plans that might still find place in the hours to preface the new week. A sip of wine, past sunset. And stories of castles and old ports, in between dreams and mere memories. Be safe on your way into the morning, wherever you are.

#outerworld #southbound #travel #sunday evening

Der spätere Sonntag: Immer noch stehende Hitze. Blumenstrauß. Vermischte Themen und die Sorge vor ihrem Nachhall entlang späterer Versuche, Schlaf zu finden. Mauersegler. Ein stilvolles Dinner gegenüber, auch wenn die Kleiderordnung der Temperatur spotten mag. Goldenes Licht im Blattwerk der Höfe. Fleetwood Mac. Irgendeine weitere konfuse Vergangenheit.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening

Returning, returned. A flock of crows, a crowd of kids. Remainders of a backyard party, a lush dinner on the balcony across the street. Sunday evening mood, crossfading between different states of soul and mind.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening

10pm and not much further. Finding items in different bags, still too many of both to keep things permanently sorted. An ordinary working day comes with needs a day off doesn't know about. Restructuring ones own patterns of thoughts, emotions and behaviours. Always be all of it, but try to focus on relevant aspects. Tasks that sound by far easier than they are. Every Sunday anew. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #sunday evening

Klavier über dem Hinterhof, Dämmerlicht hinter alten Schiefern und eine Straße, deren Ränder sich mit den Stunden wieder füllen. Gegenüber sitzt man auf dem Balkon, eine übergroße Kerze flackert durch Laternenglas. Flaschen werden geöffnet an einem kalten, aber leisen Abend. Wochenende flieht mit sicherem Schritt.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening

Plötzlicher Kontextwechsel. Verbindungen herstellen noch im Heute zu dem, was erst Morgen wieder von Relevanz sein sollte. Sich an Zugangsdaten erinnern. Routen nachzuvollziehen versuchen. An unerwarteten Wänden scheitern. Und neue Prioritäten setzen, weil es der Augenblick erfordert.

#outerworld #sunday evening #concrete city #legacy technology