Much later. Brief interlude of a lazy sun, late, somehow out of place, faded soon. The clouds seemed stronger even in this evening. A little lost for words, listening to the various channels and streams of communication permeating the various layers of this ever-conscious world. Wondering to play the piano a bit, but the chords won't align with the mood and each other. Now, waiting, for sleep, and some light dreams it might carry. Not too many expectations though. Have a quiet night wherever you are.