Closing in on 8pm. Pastel skies, waning day, after sunset. An unexpected moment of clarity, golden fields, endless meadows next to the concrete and steel of an almost empty highway. Hills disappeared behind a while ago. Out in that nowhere again, familiar names, but no stories to share, no places to rememb... notes.z428.eu https://notes.z428.eu/2024/09/14/closing-in-on.html