10pm. Off and on or vice versa. A stale drink in a glass too small. Living room windows opened wide, a few piano chords to flood into the vivid dark. Minor scales and a few colourful tones in between, a bus taking the youth of the neighbourhood to where their evening is going to unfold, and water from an old shower does its best to rinse a dense day off the skin. Closing todays chapter, a few words left but not convincing or needed. A willing mind a tired mind. Have a calm night wherever you are.