In between breaks and realities and different phases of days. Not really awake anymore not fully asleep yet but fallen, more than once, to disturbing dreams. Near the window now, gazing into clouds and rain and just briefly noticing the warm light of the other appartments over there. Traffic on wet roads, a bus arriving, opening closing doors, departing. A clockwork ticking, a fly circling the bulb of an old lamp, play of dust and shades and it's all shaping up and fading again. Ephemeral, fragile, fascinating. Have a soothing rest everyone wherever you are.