Somewhere in the evening, machines powered down, mind running thin for now. Took notes of what will be important still, with the new day. Watched the village cat take on its food under the tree, shy and continuously alert. Waited without any success to see bats, got rain instead from random, dense clouds. Pondered borders, communication lines and ones own inabilities, again and without too much success too. A moth dancing in artificial light, a spider casting early shadow on a wooden barn wall. Young grapes, wet grass, a hope for dreams and no sleep so far. Have a soft night wherever you are.