11pm and on. A different kind of silence. Finally, snowflakes melting on steamy windowpanes….11pm and on. A different kind of silence. Finally, snowflakes melting on steamy windowpanes. Thunder, lightning beyond the houses, a strange kind of weather for this time of year. Somewhere far below, a car is waiting near the crossroads, lights flashing. A couple of neighbours walking their dogs their cigarettes their smartphones, and for a moment eyes and mind get lost watching these lights move down to the river, different colours, different moods but always the same constellation. A wordless yearning for stars and moon, maybe a cigarette and the wisdom of everything that lies beneath these clouds. (Have a soft, revealing night wherever you are.)
#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #thunderstorms and other odd weather
