10pm and on again. A deep breath a deep sigh and quietly noticing moon's still above the roofs, on her solitary path, slow and distanced. Opening windows out of an impulse. Immediately feeling a push of cold air, the scent of winter, of frost and snow and coal fires like in these years that still bear childhood memories. Trying to stay clear of sinking into past depths, flirting with the stars instead. No answers, either. But at least a random twinkle, then and now, and maybe that's about as good as it gets. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.

Monochrome blurred image of stars in a night sky.

πŸ“· a-different-void