8pm again. Stormy mild air, too many thoughts under wide skies, and an unkind headache clutching around the brain.(Keeping eyes closed under the weather for a few moments. Listening to what's invisible by now. Trying to not try much more today. The challenges of being unproductive way early in night.)

7pm and on. Slowly adjusting to regular speed. Late fireworks across the river, and heaps of burnt-down trash piling up near the bus stop. First contacts of the year, ephemeral conversations, wishing each other well. Still not completely here again.