notes from the outer world.

Closing in on 8am. Pausing ones own flow to sink into the pale dawn blue of the morning sky for a while. Eye contact with the moon, a twinkle and a smile. A slow morning is pouring fog into the backyards between the houses, filled with all the light it collected on its way in. Hours to be brighter than expected, and there's something comforting in this.Moon on a morning sky.

πŸ“· lost-in-moments

#outerworld #lost_in_moments #concrete_city #home_office_hours #where_we_do_what_we_do

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