Noises faded into a hum. Distant, subconscious, always there. A frightening cold behind pale windows. Barely daring to breathe, hoping to go unnoticed again as hours move forth.
3am and on. Rules and exceptions thereof. Not sure whether the world at night might be uninhabited but at least at some point it's about getting used to this very special silence. The hours to pass, indifferent of who we are and what we failed to accomplish yesterday.
2am. Interrupt requested, just unsure by whom. In between days, the silence that embraces the city feels organic and deep. Cautious reaching out for a being both intimidating and vulnerable. Shivering from the touch received in return.
Heading for midnight. A short burst of noise in the street, distant fireworks, a late plane floating south through fragments of nightsky. Closing todays book. Closing at least some of the windows. And pondering volatility, fragility of sleep. Have a pleasant night everyone wherever you are.
11pm and on. Trying to spot the moon but she remains hidden, withdrawn from view. Fragments of sound, animals on nightly trails, a motorcycle heading out of the village. Still about to find some rest.