Meditations in silence at the other far end of the day. Maybe just for a few seconds, for a wink of an eye while village's on its way into sleep. The creek nearby, bats invisibly overhead, the sound of mice in the ivy surrounding the old barn, and always and again this kind of air, this scent to maybe not found anywhere else but here on a warm summer evening - or maybe just part of short, strong memories that stand the waves of years. A bit of everything a bit of now, sometimes thoughts escape words. Have a calm night wherever you are. #outerworld #the village and the hills #summer moves on #evening deviations