Finally and once again, welcoming night while standing in an open door. Bushes and barn just dark grey structures in an even darker surrounding, the meadows an invisible source of microscopic noises and and small late dwellers following up on their very understanding of time and purpose. A creek, in its continuous flow. Hiding from the firmament for now, not that ready to bear that feeling of vastness it emits. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #the village and the hills #stories of late light and late minds #always in between