A lot later. Somehow lost touch with the time of week. Trying to get tomorrows agenda straight before noticing weekend and the absence of professional appointments. Rewind. Light of candles, and the intense touch of lavender in moist warm air. A play of shadows a dance in the room across the street, curtains closed and stories left to imagination. People laying the hours to rest, people heading for the city and its more glittering parts. Somewhere in between, humming old music, no words to sing. Have a pleasant night everyone wherever you are.
🌃 Tired mind, sleepy eyes and an imagination of starlight on everything. No decision as of yet whether window to remain opened or be closed. Which darkness is more preferrable, the inner or the outer one?
Hours later again and slightly unsure of certain facts, such as day of week and season and whether the streets are already or still asleep. Just across, a flat is emptied again, books stored in boxes, furniture disassembled. A single lamp shedding cold light, casting strong shadows. Noticing the things while they change, disconnected from names and faces and stepping back into the living calm of this room while rest is a hope and dreams are a promise. Have a peaceful night everyone wherever you are.
The late hours, a dim appartement considerably heated up by what seems to have been a sunny bright day. Distant music, the sound of voices but there seems to be a valley of silence in between, encircling the neighbourhood and its almost sleeping streets. A veil of small lights, different colours, sparkling in a soft breeze, hanging from the balcony across the backyard. Movie frames on a wall, no audio channel but the faces the storyline the mood seem vaguely familiar. Scanning the open sky for stars, for a moon. Yawning. And hoping for sleep. Have a safe night everyone wherever you are.
The fading weekend: Contemplating. Swiping through the pictures of the day, drawing routes into a mental map. Window opened wide, even the night unsure whether to remain late summer or early autumn, clouds obscuring stars and veiling the distance spanning across river and park and the roofs. Here again, as a point in time relating to a very certain mood. The neighbourhood still clings to the moment, a glass of wine somewhere, a fire in the backyards, a dinner near an open terrace door and trying to still keep the morning away. Sleep tight once you're ready for it, wherever you are.