Much later, elsewhere, somewhere. Outside the city, night's getting dark even earlier. Trying to see beyond the halo of light sent out from the backdoor lantern. Spotting a few contours, few plants moving in soft swing, reflections on unidentified surfaces and what seems an animal fleeing back to its realms beyond the meadows. A scent slightly reminiscent of the actual season but a bit weaker than expected. Distant fireworks, almost used to by now. Counting the moments, to let them float with the waters of the creek. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.