9pm and still moving. At least somehow. Warm showers cold showers goosebumps and waves of heat, trying to rinse the day off skin and out of the thin hair, like sticky dirt gathered while moving through the hours. The city yawns, the bar light flashes in late dusk, some of the usual suspects are out to have a beer or whatever floats their boat today. Random bright skies behind the houses of the neighbourhood, unsure whether a distant storm or just an illusion to eyes stuck with screens for too long again. Taking a deep breath. Imagining sound and scent of rain. Feeling ones own borders, for a moment. Unsure whether this is a comfortable sensations.