Three O'Clock

１５：１５。Paradise

Three O’Clock in the Afternoon is the limbo of the daily hours. This is a time in the day where the atmosphere slowly diffuses into a soft fog. I become suspended in this cotton candy purgatory of uncertainty.

I can’t quite 🍓

make up my mind at this exact half of the perfect afternoon.

Sliced between the heaven of noon and the depth of the evening. It is the chaotic neutral of the clock; digestion has ended, the rush is gone, the high starts to slow.

I become a weightless being, as the universe calls to me in a strange language. I listen, and my ears hum, as I surrender to pure feeling. Sleepwalking, I turn my face to the sky.

It is not a time, per say, but an atmosphere. A mood of comfort wraps you, with the brimming possibilities that the night promises.

Later, there’ll be cake and tea and champagne and decadence…. But for now…

I am a feather in the wind.

Unbound by the material world,

Three O’Clock is my little hour of Nirvana. Work and other clutter lays at my feet, paused as I am pulled away, away, away….

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Written at strawberry, strawberry hour.

イチ１ゴ５：イチ１ゴ５