Elsewhere: Watching random travelers lost to interacting with ticket machines. And considering opinionated decisions and the hassle of getting user interfaces right, in every possible situation and environment. There's never a shortage of aproaches that can and will fail to work well. 4pm and on, pretty much worn off.
Much later, elsewhere, somewhere. Outside the city, night's getting dark even earlier. Trying to see beyond the halo of light sent out from the backdoor lantern. Spotting a few contours, few plants moving in soft swing, reflections on unidentified surfaces and what seems an animal fleeing back to its realms beyond the meadows. A scent slightly reminiscent of the actual season but a bit weaker than expected. Distant fireworks, almost used to by now. Counting the moments, to let them float with the waters of the creek. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
10am and quite a bit further, in a rush and still slowing down along the pace to have a sip of water. The bustling orchestra of a construction site performing somewhere in the neighbourhood, garbage truck, the shattering of glass and the shapeless clouds to veil another sky again. Habituals and workdays.
Cycling home, the light of a soothing dusk and the softness of the quiet meadows under the bridge almost tangible in velvet air of early evening. Few restless travelers, a distant skyline vague blurred and old, reflections on almost nonexistent waves of a river that hardly seems to flow. Heading home, most of the day in the backpack, feet still in common routines and mind somewhere in between the elements. Too early again for dreams, maybe too late for controlled thinking and sometimes it feels like wrapping thoughts in words seems the best way to keep hold of them, at least a bit. For whatever it's worth. Have calm night everyone wherever you are.
Much later. Slightly dizzy, for various reasons. The cold the heat the fast hours the old music and the sound of the birds that roamed before dusk drew in and bats started circling above old roads. Choosing the right amount of artificial light, and failing at it. A candle on the balcony across, an empty bus, a bunch of people with a bunch of suitcases and random flashlights depicting whatever hides in the edges of this days blanket. Weaving first dreams, with cautious hands. Have a soft night wherever you are.