Much later again. A change of place a change of worlds, and still waiting for the soul to catch up. Calm skies invisible above sleepy trees, the sounds of meadows and creek and innumerable hidden lifeforms and a distant celebration welcoming the end of this week. Taking a deep sip, from the glass, from the night, from the mood to fill that very moment. Still restless, but at least motionless. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.