10pm and on, but not for long today. Windows opened wide, the night is calm and cold. Noise of a distant fireworks that comes to an end before it really started. Sounds of tires on wet roads, brief and familiar. The hum of the other neighbourhoods, far yet close. And a random breeze in the fir, memories of forest, images of an old home. (The moments before trying to embrace sleep, amidst the oddities of Sunday evenings. Always just a step into a new week.)