10pm and on. Ends left open, ends laid to rest. Late commuters on their way home or elsewhere. A music evening at the pub, week's still young and yet people follow the call of lights and sounds, indifferent about the morning beyond the horizon. Sleep walking through silent streets, a shadow a dream a memory a hope. Have a calm night wherever you are.
Concluding the day. Sunday afternoon mood turning evening blues. Watching the city sink into that late soup of light in between pale skies and dark houses, roads still bearing the scent of day and backyards echoing the sounds of the parties that ended earlier anticipating the new week. Agenda pruning. Drinking stale tea. A sleeping cat and some dreams at the doorstep. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.
10pm and on. Joining all running story threads into one again. Wondering how much they collide. Both actors and backgrounds seem somehow easy with each other, same base tone and same general direction despite all disagreement in details. A handful of stars thrown across the dim sky out there. A temporary dream of civilizations in between, to counter the unbearable vastness of space. A sound of a church bell, a neighbour yawning on his balcony, smoke of a cigarette and darkness on everything, a veil lacking warmth. Have a soft night wherever you are.
Finally: Trying to not pay too much attention to measured time, compared to the perceived position in between days and weeks. Thin eyes a blurred world and inventing stories that suit the colours. Twigs bearing blossoms in twilight. A candle. And a moment of self-centered silence, maybe undeserved but welcome. Have a calm night wherever you are.
10pm. Off and on or vice versa. A stale drink in a glass too small. Living room windows opened wide, a few piano chords to flood into the vivid dark. Minor scales and a few colourful tones in between, a bus taking the youth of the neighbourhood to where their evening is going to unfold, and water from an old shower does its best to rinse a dense day off the skin. Closing todays chapter, a few words left but not convincing or needed. A willing mind a tired mind. Have a calm night wherever you are.