Much later, elsewhere but only half. The silence in between skies and hills feels soft but cold, quiescing some aspects of the days while still leaving them utterly present. Waiting to spot bats circling the huge ancient ash tree. Listening to the smaller lifeforms hidden in bushes and grass. Occasional laughter, sound of a phone ringing, village youth spending their time in the sleeping bus stop again. Many different evenings many different dreams in one split second and barely aware enough to notice even a fragment of those. Have a soft night wherever you are.