Closing in on 10pm. Same place again, slightly different hours, vague mood. Somewhere in between gratitude and restlessness. Dimming the bright once more. Ignoring todays leftovers, leaving a cup of tea nearby, and a window slightly opened as always, for the breath, and for the soul to roam a bit in dreams... notes.z428.eu https://notes.z428.eu/2024/12/10/214633.html