Saturday and close to 10pm. Not sure where the evening went. Or the day, for that matter. Sounds of a distant fireworks, sounds of the city kids hanging out on the parking lot again. A scent of charcoal in the chilling air, and a giggle on the huge terrace above the houses. All feels amplified, distorted, weird seen and heard through the veil of early sleep. (Moving on, slowly, but unsure of which direction is heading for the morning the easy way.)
10pm again. A small motorcycle's racing through the street, leaving behind a screeching, loud noise that slowly fades with the wheels disappearing further in the city. Below on the sidewalk, someone has aligned a whole crowd of electric scooters, green lights like static fireflies just inches above cold concrete ground. Means of finding and taking paths, but no travellers nearby. (What remains: Yawning, stretching, clutching to the day, tired and uneasy and still somehow feeling like having passed that point where sleep's a likely option. Still worth a try, again, though.)