Different evening to still follow different days, out of rhythm out of tune and both lost for words and all over the place. Some tasks started, very few finished. Judging oneself by efficiency and productivity once more, failing to come up with a satisfactory wrap-up. Remembering earlier summers, journeys to distant cities, rooftop and skylines and the sun and the twilight, the meadow of unknown parks. At this time, garden river park even backyard feel too far to really get there. Most likely tomorrow. Have a calm night once it's here, everyone, wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #summer moves on #evening deviations