Before midnight. Interrupted sleep. Beat of heart, raging, weird half-dreams, a city noisy and confusing for a moment. Now, silence embraces everything. The bar is closed, late guests left bottles and boxes of unfinished food on the sidewalk. Steam on the outside window. No moon. Good night wherever you are.
11pm. Piano, again. The later the calmer. As if the sounds of the city falling asleep make for a better ambiance to welcome dreams. (Unsure whether important things remained unaddressed today. Most likely so. But maybe not. Pondering measurement and priorities again, waiting for the moon. Good night wherever you are... .)
(Doors open and close again. Night's slowly cooling down but that seems to just make people more determined to squeeze the most out of these hours. Chatter turns music, close and a bit too loud. One more drink between the trees. And a sigh with the wind.)
Closing in on 00:00. Took the few stars this night has to offer and placed them in the window corner, upper left. Sounds of cats exploring backyards. A sigh on some balcony. A flickering of candles. And some fuzzy shadows quietly disappearing in deeper dark.
Close to midnight. A lonely dog barking between the houses, just once. Late trains, few cars, some drunk pub dwellers wondering how to move on from here. Cold rain, wet hair, the scent of backyard meadows. A random night in spring searching for its mood.