7pm and on. Out of tune out of sync. Deficiencies and sorrows and celebrations and realities poorly aligned. Slow traffic in an otherwise empty street, neighbours kids waiting in front of the house. Browsing for the right music, mood, maybe drink. This is where the days go.
6pm and on. Sunday afternoon, or evening. Not sure - these are floating boundaries in days of decreasing light. Switched worlds again. Listening to the houses the street the city. Watching what remains of todays sunset, and the clouds that try to hide it. Quietly the world turns forth.