Much later. Slightly dizzy, for various reasons. The cold the heat the fast hours the old music and the sound of the birds that roamed before dusk drew in and bats started circling above old roads. Choosing the right amount of artificial light, and failing at it. A candle on the balcony across, an empty bus, a bunch of people with a bunch of suitcases and random flashlights depicting whatever hides in the edges of this days blanket. Weaving first dreams, with cautious hands. Have a soft night wherever you are.