Much later. Out of touch with daytime and the late hours and most of the flow to guide from dawn till dusk. A neighbourhood half asleep. A bus stop serving as a hideout for abandoned electric scooters and teenage souls smoking and drinking and not wanting to go home and there are stories of coming of age in all of us and most of these are oozing melancholy and imagination. Unlocking locking doors, retreating to ones own sanctuary, considering having a cigarette with the restless and wild and yet giving up on that and dimming lights, knowing morning's close again. Have a quiescing night wherever you are.