Closing in on 10pm. The sound of rain the scent of rain and the mood of a day that remained grey even with these shades being rendered invisible by the late hour. Wrestling after hours, pushing columns of numbers through sheets, unsure again what conclusions to draw and where to guide attention. The right activity at the wrong time and it seems results won't benefit from that. (Decisively powering down. Exercising not-doing anything for now, untrained as one is. Coping with inner feelings of laziness and guilt while being tired enough to justify both. Lost track of time a bit. Have a pleasant sleep wherever you are, once it's here.)

📷 lost-in-moments
10pm and on. Starting that process once again, facing the late hours again and still not having given up trying. Also, wrestling various unpleasant habits, the feeling of guilt for falling prey to them again and again, and for the weakness to not let go of them once and for alll. Window opened wide, head in the sound of late city traffic and music from the pub and the last commuters returning home, slow, tired. The light in everything, the dark in everything. Have a restful night wherever you are.
Finally, 10pm and slowing down. Putting down headphones, as if they had turned too heavy to wear all of a sudden. Music still playing but into an earless void, much more like a memory and maybe that suits well the choice of tracks tonight. With the month moving on, last Christmas lights finally disappeared from the windows and balconies over there, rendering rooms and facades darker again. And even while the days are gradually longer again, there's still so much light vs dark in these moods right now. Standing below backyard trees, breathing winter while mentally yearning for all kinds of possible springs. (Have a night devoid of gloomy dreams, wherever you are!)

📷 lost-in-moments
10pm and a few more steps. As always. Somewhere in between calm and stirred up. Also as always. Changing music, randomly, to finally opt for whichever silence a city has to offer. No new storm yet. But a pedestrian whistling on his way home, the sound of bottles on stone near the pub, the sound of a messenger ringing doorbells carrying a bulky bag of food, and the subliminal noise of all the breaths and sighs and turning pages of books and removing clothes for sleep and water of showers flowing down old rusty pipes combined. Ambiance, dissonant. In between different tales of today. (Have a calm night wherever you are!)
10pm and on. Finally. The wordless silence that starts and ends days. Dizzy, lightheaded and a bit out of touch with everything, knowing that too many close looks reveal things unsettling and disturbing. A heavy door falling shut, as travelers returned home. Lights on staircases, flashing bright, lasting for a few moments, fading again. Breaking news and phone calls and the infinity of worlds beyond horizons. At arms length: A city embraced by velvet darkness. Silent. Indifferent. (Have a soothing night wherever you are.)