Finally: Upstairs in sweat. The rooms that have filled like a sponge with the heat of the hours. Opening windows wide, inviting the cool dark in. There's a party in the backyard, like it used to be in most of these days before. The choice of music, in between celebrating life and yearnings of all kind and a subliminal enthusiasm about the miracles found in the distance between here and everywhere else. A journey, every morning anew. Have a joyful night wherever you are.