Finally, once more, the evening and its glitches. Little remains of the day, like sawdust that fell from the hours going through, coating desk and books and windowpane and mind and blown into unknown distances by an invisible wind. In between different moods, few of them really kind, and trying to settle and wait for the dreams to catch up, lacking any real better ideas. Stories of rationales and strategies and ones own fallability. And too early for the soothing light of stars. Have a calm night wherever you are.
Another evening another night a lot of loose ends a lot of loose thoughts. Too fast still, despite all opposite ambitions. A fork in the code, a new structure and new fragility and the light outside is soft and soothing. Unsure whether to just fall asleep right now or wait until time is right for a chatter with the inhabitants of the endless nightsky. Be safe in your dreams everyone wherever you are.
Finally: The late hours and the light resonating the mood. Or vice versa. A split second of endless yearning for longer days again. Or warmer evenings, at least. Watching late Fridays stories unfold in the few appartments not dimmed yet. A dinner party, a welcoming of guests, a session of working late surrounded by books in an otherwise empty room. The distance of an embarrassed spectator, and yet the comfort of watching many days conclude at once. Have a calm night wherever you are.
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