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Nothing but winter, inside and outside. Blinded by snowy roofs and sparkly icicles dripping into the gutter as if they had a bet running with my nose. And above it all, a barn swallow-blue sky like a promise. Soon.

Noelle Kocot

And some certain significance lurks in all things, else all things are little worth, and the round world itself but an empty cipher

Count yourself to sleep, not by imagining sheep, but the numbers themselves. If you are taking enough time, by the time you reach 500 at the latest, you will realize that you have built a particular relationship with each individual of them.

Valentine

“But will I be able to carry into another world what I forgot to dream?” — Fernando Pessoa, writing as Álvaro de Campos (trans. Costa and Ferrari)

The Dream Vessel Expecting Your Presence This Night M. K. Čiurlionis, 1907

The spray can celebrates its 100th birthday today, and spray mist is a lovely word, by the way.🎈

From the category 'nice sounds': the clattering of the mixing balls in cans of spray paint.

"And the most she will do is throw shadows at you" 🎹

I'm not a Billy Joel fan, but this is a guilty pleasure. "Oh, she takes care of herself, she can wait if she wants. She's ahead of her time. Oh, and she never gives out and she never gives in. She just changes her mind." www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cx3Q...

reliable self-doubt

Idle, I have doubts numerous as moonbeams. Li Qingzhao trans. Wendy Chen

Ich bekam Post von meinem Enkel. Eine Blaumeise, weil er weiss, dass ich die so mag. Habt einen möglichst angenehmen Tag.

Pick up the nearest book. Turn to page 42, post the second sentence: "Was this it?"

Sabine Ott, "Spiegelei" (2015)

mehr Leichtigkeit 🪶

Sabine Ott, "Die Infantin"

I have not left, nor have I stayed. The Otherworld has taken me. I’ve slipped between the cracks we made; I have not left, nor have I stayed. Someday, you’ll find me in the glade— we'll meet beneath the knotted tree. I have not left nor have I stayed. The Otherworld has taken me.

At the dentist today, because yesterday, while enjoying a biscuit, the bit of an almond got stuck in the gingival pocket of a molar. The bitch probably entered even deeper due to the use of dental floss. From the series tooth accidents, hard to believe, but true.

I wish for more surprises I thought yesterday. Today the window fitter rang the bell to ask if he could wash his hands because they were smudgy and no running water upstairs. I guided him to the bathroom, handed him a fresh towel and took the opportunity to show him my deficient kitchen window. TBC

Das Geräusch von sanftem Regen, der auf Schnee fällt (klingt als wäre es schon März).

The coldest day of the year so far. Icicles sparkle and shine in the sun.

In dreams I stored my personal items in various lockers & cupboards assigned to me. As things developped they disappeared one by one & with them access to my belongings. Increasingly panick-stricken suddenly the thought came to my rescue that the whole nightmare would mercifully end when I woke up.

feat. Caillebotte.

Weißraum. #schönewörter

Heavy snowfall, large flakes. Melt water is dripping and drumming from the eaves, the wet is freezing on the ground. The current weather situation is complex.

Jeremy Radin, from Dear Sal

MORNING (Anagrammed Lines) Nature painted this morning as a thorn in untried pigment, a mad night in turpentines, or the turning points in a dream....

According to this I am a lawyer. ⚖️

Out in the snow flurries at the crack of dawn to get a prescription. In front of the doctor's office on the second floor, a queue all the way down to the ground. Oh my goodness, it slipped out of my mouth, and I imagined what would happen if I just theatrically fainted on the landing right now.

Which reminds me in a wondrous way of what my occupation would be if I had followed my childhood dreams.

The tender touch of the winter sun on the peachy pink of the morning mist. A child on the radio imagines infinity as sweet porridge that spreads itself over the things. In this spirit, here's to a happy New Year! 🥂

Sunshine, blue skies, some smoky apricot clouds and a hint of snow. In other news, setting a new alarm to remind me of giving the cat his medication for the hyperthyroidism he was diagnosed with yesterday after loosing a noticeable amount of weight recently. I had feared the worst.

Sending you some unexpected sun on hoarfrost 🤍

Looks like the last days of the year will be run by that ancient regime of the grey again. Might go watching the beauty of trees lapsed into the torpor of frozen fog.

Tangerine dream

Your body is away from me but there is a window open from my heart to yours. From this window, like the moon I keep sending news secretly. ~Rumi

Midday walk; roofs sugared with hoarfrost and fluffed up pigeons seizing the sunny spots. I follow my shadow flitting over the shallows of the riverside. At the tongue of land an angler stands in the midst of the water casting his fishing rod. The happy medium from where the river seems to rise.

Plane tree leaves everywhere - the last to shed their foliage. Apropos trees, the city is finally planting lots of them, even in the graveyard. A magpie disappears into a conifer, two crows fight over a nut. Yellow lichen has settled in the asterisk engraved on the memorial slab. Life toughs it out.

Sunshine and cloudless blue skies for the first time in weeks. The smell of white wine from deglazing the risotto on the evening before still lingering in the kitchen. A good day to take a walk to the graveyard, I reckon.

coffee in a patch of sunlight

Snow grains settling down wherever the wind blows them.