At the edge of sleep once more. Leaving thoughts to itself, stepping back a bit watching them chase each other, hoping they'll eventually run out of breath and determination. Not sure this is ever going to happen but still. Sounds of fireworks again, youth of the villages celebrating another summer, while the apples on the trees grow and mature and the weeks quietly stumble forth. Collecting memories. Savouring stories. Sleepy. Tense. Have a calm night wherever you are.