10pm and on. Distant fireworks, thunder and some light, dim, vague, a flickering like shooting stars. Heavy rain in large leaves, a permanent soothing noise. And once ears and mind got used to both, in between there's just the silence of this velvet darkness. Fragments of perception, close to dreams. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.
(10pm and not that much further. Still clinging to ideas of a cooler night, even though sure this will stay but a desire. Somewhere, someone is practising on an old guitar and it seems a lengthy and challenging process, starting with difficult tunes while missing some essential basics. Watching the lights go dim again. Closing eyes for a moment, just to tell whether the evenings scent matches the personal perception of time of year. Seems reasonably close. Have a peaceful night everyone, no matter where you are.)
Way beyond 10pm. A wave of traffic washing through the neighbourhood. Seems a handover from those slowly heading for sleep to those who just set course out into the night. (Laughter echoing between facades. Deep hum of a heavy motorcycle. The silence of the clouds and the moon.)
(Crossed that 10pm line again. Heavy eyelids, weights on the mind, that sensation of having dedicated all available energy to focus on the flow of the day and now gradually running out of both. It's these hours for books to derail into alternate stories, the passages of texts between the thinly printed lines. But most of these seem fragile and won't be visible anymore the very next morning.)
10pm and on again, already. Challenging oneself by attempting to keep a textual flow in messages, ending paragraphs in a way that matches how they started. Trivial tasks turn somewhat difficult reaching a certain level of sleepiness. Maybe there's a hint to take from that. (Or maybe not, who knows. Watching the sky instead to refocus. Tales and stories of distant stars.)