Somewhere into the evening and somehow out of that day. Finding that balance between being connected and yet in a mode as close to rest as it could be. Just close enough to the window to catch a glimpse of a few stars, and a few lights speaking of people and flats and the stories that wrap up hours. Engines muttering in front of the pub, neon light filtered through dirt-stained glass, and a distant hum that could be music or just urban aural subtext. Sleepy enough to not care much for now. Have a calm night wherever you are.