10pm and on. Tired and restless. Or vice versa. Dimly lit rooms across the street. Silhouettes of people following evening rituals. Sounds and scents of a kitchen, unsure whether from a flat nearby or the pub in its late hours. Sometimes it's all in the wind. (Test started. Test observed. Test apparently passed. That's something one can work with, for now. Skipping through playlists. A lot to fuel enthusiasm, but little to stick with for now. Learning to know when to call it a day. Have a quiet night everyone, wherever you are.)