11pm. The distant thunder, and a resembling heartbeat. Night hides all clouds, as well as the small furry creatures that roam these open spaces now. A wilderness in a human-acceptable order only by day, but maybe this is just how it generally is. No stars to guide. Dimly lit paths. Feet on wet, slippery gr... notes.z428.eu https://notes.z428.eu/2024/07/12/pm-the-distant.html