9pm and on. Night is crawling into the small domain between harsh silhouettes of mountains, dark forests, the small church and the bunch of old houses, most of them sleeping not just for the evening but for months or years. Last of todays rain dried, yet it seems there aren't too many people to return to the places and parks again. Most restaurants and bar locked their door and turned off their lights hours ago. Things are slowing down each other, including time itself, so at least it seems.