View on the world, near 10pm. A thin line of dusk just above the roofs. A few thin lines of warm light, yellow and orange, in the windows across the street. Almost invisible the silhouettes of the backyard trees; sound of footsteps, human and canine, on small rocks. Somewhere out there, a loud bunch of people is cheering whichever event they spend their evening on. Late bus, few passengers, a cigarette lit near the stop, a phone call ended, a sigh floating into the darkness covering concrete that's still warm with the remainders of todays summer. (Have a restful night wherever you are.)
Music for nights, between streetlights and sky, half awake.
The new dusk.
The outskirts. Places for mental movies.
Crystals.