Southern California’s wild weather is not over. Wind gusts of up to 65 mph predicted

Last week’s rain won’t be the end of Southern California’s wild weather as strong wind gusts are forecast…
#NewsBeep #News #Headlines #area #lastweek #mph #nationalweatherservice #powerline #rain #Region #santasusanamountains #southerncalifornia #strongwindgust #sundayevening #tree #tuesday #UnitedStates #Us #USA #wildweather #windgust
https://www.newsbeep.com/339656/

(Abendküche, unsicherer Griff, heißes Wasser, das über Haut und Arbeitsflächen gen Boden fließt. Schmerzende Hände. Den Schreck nicht unterdrückt, den Ärger irgendwie schon. Und dann kurz unter dem Himmel der Höfe, zwischen Wänden und Bäumen. Mülltonnen klappern und quietschen, leere Kisten stapeln sich, eine Stadtkatze verharrt geduckt zwischen den Sträuchern. Etagen weiter oben sind die Türen geöffnet. Hier duftet der Flur nach Gebäck und Waschnüssen, Kinder lachen. Nochmal Tee, noch eine Kerze. Und tief durchatmen.)

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #slowing down

Rob Reiner’s final weekend emerges: Conan O’Brien’s party, the Obamas and unthinkable violence

It was supposed to be a weekend of celebration for Rob and Michele Reiner. They attended Conan O’Brien’s…
#NewsBeep #News #Headlines #conan #couple #Death #familyfriend #home #house #IL #Israel #parent #party #reiners #RobReiner #Saturdaynight #sonnickreiner #source #sundayevening #unthinkableviolence
https://www.newsbeep.com/314311/

Sunday fleeing, once again. Moon, clear and cold amidst a thin layer of clouds. The evening shows still airing, the neighbourhood screens still flooding homes with pictures and most likely sounds. Silence in the backyards, a single car leaving for the road the bridge the highway. Maybe. At some point, night and actual reality just dissolves in stories and dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #sunday evening #stories of late light and late minds #concrete city

I’m not particularly special, but I’m willing to bet I am, in at least a few unimportant ways, unique and dagnammit I’ll say glorious (in my own way) for it.

…Unless you’re an Edinburgh-based father currently cooking roast dinner, shovelling pickled onions into his face, and religiously watching the score in the Eagles v Giants game? In which case, gimme a shout!

#SundayEvening

(Hinter den eigenen Fenstern. Dichtes Grau, eine Kerze, der Wind singt und klappert. Kneipenlicht spiegelt sich auf dem Blech parkender Autos. Keine Schritte in der Straße. Das Haus ruht im frühen Sonntagabend.)

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #the weather in days

Beyond dusk once more. Training ones own ability to tell the current time from listening to the chatter and music and noises of the tired yet still awake neighbourhood, the sound of dishes and late dinners and bottles and the opening, closing of balcony doors, to the street, to the backyards, to the darkness that feels like just floating in with the wind once more, embracing, indifferent, here because it just has to be this way. Sunday evening rituals. Sunday evening mood. The usual flow. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #later that day later that night #stories of technology and temporary fixes

Finally: Back for today. Surrounded by cold air, close to top of the house. Almost overstimulated again with the lights and tones and scents of the city, the barking of dogs, the ringing of doorbells, the joy in voices welcoming late guests. Evening out there under a hazy sky. Pushing the new week to far beyond the horizon of dawn. Trying to settle in oneself before dreams unfold. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #sunday evening #always in between