Day's fading. Late hours. Not very well remembering what this morning felt like. The city is a huge grumpy animal sleeping in between river and forests, once in a while sighing embraced by odd dreams and cold rain. A soul pushing itself to rest. Not much success. It's all about life and its various sidelin... notes.z428.eu https://notes.z428.eu/2024/12/07/days-fading-late.html