notes from the outer world.

Light clouds and dark clouds and strong winds and weak breezes and green leaves on street trees and drops of rain across the windowpane, showing up and evaporating again. A prevalent feeling of everything being an organism of its own, breathing, pulsing, at times sighing. 4pm and a bit more to go. Somewhat restless. Somewhat exhausted. But still somewhat focussed. (No idea whether this is good or bad at this point.)

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