A bit later and yet almost night. Drums out there, heard not seen. Two camping chairs on the side of the road, beer and the small glow of a lighter again and again in the dark. The different approaches to escape the warmth of the houses. A police car on patrol, a dog barking at late spirits, a shadow, a breeze. Flipping through a book without its paragraphs making sense. The state close to sleep but only a bit. And a week clinging to the moment. Have calm dreams everyone, wherever you are.