A lot later again, all conversations cease, without conclusions, without the need to. Collecting things that are left open, in a mental bookshelf for further reference. Listening to night slowly covering the roofs of the houses, leaving silence where the day resounded, leaving softness on some rough edges. Waiting for stars once more, and for the stories in between constellations. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
In between breaks and realities and different phases of days. Not really awake anymore not fully asleep yet but fallen, more than once, to disturbing dreams. Near the window now, gazing into clouds and rain and just briefly noticing the warm light of the other appartments over there. Traffic on wet roads, a bus arriving, opening closing doors, departing. A clockwork ticking, a fly circling the bulb of an old lamp, play of dust and shades and it's all shaping up and fading again. Ephemeral, fragile, fascinating. Have a soothing rest everyone wherever you are.
Standing in dense darkness again, looking back at the hours that made the day. Encounters, conversations, different cities and everything feeling a little more pale than usual. Listening to the creek instead, mentally trying to let leaves sink down to its surface and watch them floating into distances with the waves. Hoping to shape dreams before night finds its way again. Be safe in your sleep everyone wherever you are.
A lot later again. Calmed down but just a bit. Inner noise less annoying, wheel of thoughts turning a little slower. The hypnotic silence of watching a city neighbourhood make it into a cold night, shadows and silhouettes behind closed windows, a fire burning in the backyard, scent of wood and leaves and smoke. No stars in those clouds, no moon no dreams so far, but also no hurry. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
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.