Later again, still in a flow of data. Forking, joining, hoping for the steps in between to be in the right order and passed on the right conditions. Outside the city decided to go for old music, a strange vibe of cheap techno echoing in between old facades. Bright headlights of a car parking second row, some laughter some fast steps and a heavy door falling shut. Travelers returning, leaving summers and distance behind, spreading a familiar and still overwhelming sense of melancholy all across these weeks. Golden leaves, ripe chestnuts soft in hands, years in stories. And always a bit behind things. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.