Many hours from there, settling mind. The night resting on the houses like a calm dark bird. Few stars manage to send light through its feathers. Lanterns on the terrace. A phone call, one half of the story dripping into motionless dark. Laughter. Across the street, people are cleaning tables and washing dishes. A dog behind a closed balcony door, staring out until attention wanes. Unpacking, packing again. Some rest, some tension always, and grateful still. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
Letting the evening pass, once more. Decrypting server messages, but it seems their data isn't of much relevance today. Putting things on that pile to take care of tomorrow, already halfway into the new morning despite still wanting to keep the week away a bit. Indecisive weather, wild clouds and few stars in between, vague ideas of the dreams this kind of night is about to grow. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.