Fireworks again. Sound only, lights hidden behind houses. The big small city. Pictures of hours and days lining up, intertwined with the leftovers of conversations and the unresolved pieces kept on the shelf for later, in between the protecting covers of books. Sunday evening mood, a wave of perception making heart beat faster and mind race around itself at increasing speed. No stars so far, no dreams and still waiting for the new dark as a mental bedcloth. Unsure whether sleepy or tired. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.