notes from out there.

Past 10pm. Watching the cat stare into the city darkness behind windows wet of rain and haze. There's still a thousand different sounds of water finding its way to the ground, and each in itself feels like this nights attempt to lure sleepy souls into the dense hours between sundown and sunrise. (Then again, choice in this seems very limited after all but still these sounds are soothing in more than just one way.)Β 

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