notes from the outer world.

9pm, resting on the windowsill. A line of bright light fading through yellow and orange into a soft, soothing blue early nightsky, not even touched by stars yet. Having a drink while watching the candles on the corner balcony let their lights dance. The city lacks music but right now that quietness resonates even more.

#outerworld #concrete_city #later_that_day_later_that_night

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