9pm and slowing down. Tired and loaded with new images and stories. Listening to old songs for a moment, as if to live through the moods it used to evoke, once again. Still wondering whether this will work out. Meanwhile, the city's stumbling into Sunday night. Loud voices keep on chatting and laughing below on the sidewalk. The bar is still opened, has inexpensive drinks and maybe ice cream to offer but no music today. Few stars, no clouds, an endless sky and a few early seeds to grow dreams of, before a new week starts.