Saturday and close to 10pm. Not sure where the evening went. Or the day, for that matter. Sounds of a distant fireworks, sounds of the city kids hanging out on the parking lot again. A scent of charcoal in the chilling air, and a giggle on the huge terrace above the houses. All feels amplified, distorted, weird seen and heard through the veil of early sleep. (Moving on, slowly, but unsure of which direction is heading for the morning the easy way.)