A lot later again, and still the softness of these weeks' light. Heading for the longest days, being more than ever like detached from actual daytime, lost to inner clock rather than a good emotional understanding of hours and minutes and it could as well be past mental midnight. Staring through dusty windows into the vast endlessness of these skies, waiting for stars and Moon to maybe show up. Maybe. Or for sleep to veil these eyes with dreams for now, whatever is first. Have a calm night wherever you are.