Once more, somewhere along the other end of that day. Herding different kinds of mental animals, monkeys included. Pushing back a lot of topics unsorted and unsettling, standing in the frame of the slightly opened backdoor inhaling the moist night instead. A few window dots in between the bushes, a few distant houses, sound of a small engine and a barking of dogs rolling through the village like a wave for a while, just eventually calming down. No stars no moon. Not sure about dreams yet. Have a soft night wherever you are.