Later the evening. Just a week ahead, back here again, in the frame of a door facing soft lightlessness of calm nature. More water in the creek, a little more sound to be heard in the new leaves of the trees, and music, way more distant than in a passing city day. Gambling with thoughts, at this point everything is allowed to be unsorted and random. Have a calm night wherever you are.
Closing in on 10pm, cautiously as if this line of hours makes any difference in a particular evening. Windows open wide again to watch the city edging between restless business and restless sleep, eyes just half-opened then again to also watch the inner world somewhere in between the desire to keep moving, the desire to rest and the physical limitations encountered then and now. New dusk new dreams but like pieces of a puzzle, only matching to some unclear degree. Have a calm night wherever you are!
Finally, transcending into standby. Trying to keep open ends sorted while making sure music won't be playing for the rest of the night. Preserving some tabs, storing some notes, letting everything else quietly disappear with the last daylight. Traffic becoming noticeable as all other sounds fall asleep. A dream, but as a hope. Have a pleasant night wherever you are.
Much later. Out of touch with daytime and the late hours and most of the flow to guide from dawn till dusk. A neighbourhood half asleep. A bus stop serving as a hideout for abandoned electric scooters and teenage souls smoking and drinking and not wanting to go home and there are stories of coming of age in all of us and most of these are oozing melancholy and imagination. Unlocking locking doors, retreating to ones own sanctuary, considering having a cigarette with the restless and wild and yet giving up on that and dimming lights, knowing morning's close again. Have a quiescing night wherever you are.
Concluding the day. Sunday afternoon mood turning evening blues. Watching the city sink into that late soup of light in between pale skies and dark houses, roads still bearing the scent of day and backyards echoing the sounds of the parties that ended earlier anticipating the new week. Agenda pruning. Drinking stale tea. A sleeping cat and some dreams at the doorstep. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.