Somewhere, later, catching breath, letting soul follow body and mind before wrapping up the evening. Too much started not done, too much of relevance kept locked in books and pages. Too many words put together without making for something bigger. Rain fled, scent remained. Spiderweb shivering in a breeze of cool air. Too late to think along clear lines too early to already lay awake. Have a soft night wherever you are.
Quiet is the night near the pond. A melody of the small waters and the choir of same as small creatures in dense wet grass. Chords left unplayed today, but a few notes written near the bottom of the page. Revisit, once time feels right for that. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
Sunday evening blues. Sublime noises of sleep and half-started dreams all around. Oneself being left somewhere in between mental states and unfinished stories, trying to sort through this weekends images while already feeling the new morning to rise behind the horizon of the coming dawn. Waiting for moon but stuck with clouds for now. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.
Slowly concluding the day, later. Owner of the pub sitting on an old camping chair next to a table of the same age and style, closer to the sidewalk than to his door and rooms. Somehow, a couple of tourists made it there, sitting two tables to the left, chatting in a warm, melodic language and noticing their choice of beer feels sad, raises the urge to explain and leave some more sane recommendations but nothing like unwanted advice. Late bus, driver reading through a huge newspaper waiting for random passengers or sunset or a new morning, unsure about this part. Stairs, keys, lock, shower. Dense is the night again. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.
Some uncounted seconds later. In between meadows and river. That soothing soft feeling of a midsummer evening. People out in the green, on huge blankets. The sound of conversations under a young sickle moon, with at least some of todays heat disappearing in the blue open wide. Music across waves, an airplane turning circles forest to city and back, headlights appearing and fleeing again. Some bats below, and distant fireworks. Somehow detached from time and place and yet somehow easy with both. Have a soft sleep wherever you are.