Settling the week. Darkness pulled across the meadows quite a while ago. The sound of the creek, louder most of this year. Two small lit rectangles out there. An other house is still at least a bit awake. No footsteps on the street, and just a very distant sound of traffic down the road that cuts through fields and forest. Tired enough again to call it a day, unsure whether the momentum of the week has already worn off enough for that. Have a soft night wherever you are.