Some uncounted seconds later. In between meadows and river. That soothing soft feeling of a midsummer evening. People out in the green, on huge blankets. The sound of conversations under a young sickle moon, with at least some of todays heat disappearing in the blue open wide. Music across waves, an airplane turning circles forest to city and back, headlights appearing and fleeing again. Some bats below, and distant fireworks. Somehow detached from time and place and yet somehow easy with both. Have a soft sleep wherever you are.