Many hours from there, settling mind. The night resting on the houses like a calm dark bird. Few stars manage to send light through its feathers. Lanterns on the terrace. A phone call, one half of the story dripping into motionless dark. Laughter. Across the street, people are cleaning tables and washing dishes. A dog behind a closed balcony door, staring out until attention wanes. Unpacking, packing again. Some rest, some tension always, and grateful still. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.