Past 10pm. Half asleep, half following a documentary traversing, exploring Italy. Remembering own rituals, common places far south, decades of familiarity. And comparing this to centuries of sites left unused, abandoned, exposed to time, sun and dust. That feeling of being small, again. The stars with us. (Have a peaceful night wherever you are.)
(Days, too, that are attached to one. Days that make letting go of more difficult than usual. Moonless nights spanning a sleepless backyard, here to a distant morning.)