Closing in on 10pm. Sneaking through the evening traffic, avoiding waiters and empty restaurant terraces. Boats entering, leaving the small harbour. Trying to read todays sunset lines and the fragments of meaning they carelessly leave behind on curly waters. Different winds, different scents carried in from the hills and the smaller valleys. Two stars above, no common constellation and an aetherial void in between. The open space above the narrow realms within. Have soft dreams wherever you are.