Hours later again and slightly unsure of certain facts, such as day of week and season and whether the streets are already or still asleep. Just across, a flat is emptied again, books stored in boxes, furniture disassembled. A single lamp shedding cold light, casting strong shadows. Noticing the things while they change, disconnected from names and faces and stepping back into the living calm of this room while rest is a hope and dreams are a promise. Have a peaceful night everyone wherever you are.