Much later, elsewhere, somewhere. Outside the city, night's getting dark even earlier. Trying to see beyond the halo of light sent out from the backdoor lantern. Spotting a few contours, few plants moving in soft swing, reflections on unidentified surfaces and what seems an animal fleeing back to its realms beyond the meadows. A scent slightly reminiscent of the actual season but a bit weaker than expected. Distant fireworks, almost used to by now. Counting the moments, to let them float with the waters of the creek. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
Quiet is the night near the pond. A melody of the small waters and the choir of same as small creatures in dense wet grass. Chords left unplayed today, but a few notes written near the bottom of the page. Revisit, once time feels right for that. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
Past midnight, edge of days. Between neighbourhoods, watching windows go dark one by one. Very little attention left, for strange celestial phenomenons and other nocturnal encounters. Maybe half of this already a dream and an overlay of borrowed images. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
Weit jenseits der Dämmerung verklingt das Piano langsamer. Im Dickicht hinter dem Dorfplatz singt und feiert ungesehene Jugend. Kalter Atem des Waldes über den Feldern, ein Hund schlägt an, ein Moped lärmt durch Laternenkegel den Berg hinauf. Lauschen auf die Klänge der Leere, dort, wo die Häuser enden und die Siedlung ausfranst. Kommt sicher durch die Nacht.
Later. Calming conversations, inner voices included. Trying to grasp the sound of the district that spreads around this house. Some sense of direction established, as good as it can be a few hours later. A glass of wine, chocolate and not much more. Have a safe night wherever you are.