Living beyond 10pm. The night Friday left behind. Sound of police cars in the street, some neighbours lost in a pointless argument. Others are watching from the balconies, some trying to leave the moment as unnoticed as possible. An airplane disappearing out of sight, green and red lights blinking dim. A state of motionless travel, grounded yet dreaming while long-known constellations appear out of nowhere, on a blackish blue firmament. Sounds of the piano, unheard for months. No real music, merely boats to help thoughts float away into the unknown.