Very much later and some facets of the day still roaming the stirred-up mind. Shadows, different silhouettes same intensities. Neighbours burning incenses on the terrace and there's a breeze of past and memories to that evening. A very short attempt of browsing for an appropriate playlist, reading a poem instead to let focus wrap around a different flow of words - and closing todays book then. Contemplative, always. Sleep tight 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.
Very much later. Lost for words under the vast ash tree again. Deep night, dense darkness, the creek gargling nearby, carrying its waters down the valley and within the wink of an eye, mind traces its journey along rivers to some distant ocean that remains unseen but felt. All the time. Meanwhile, the hills remain quiet, except for a random wind brushing through leaves and bushes. Shivering. A sudden chill. Weathers and dreams and maybe half asleep already, with the dense week settling and the capacities for sorted thoughts considerably worn off. Have a soft night wherever you are.