The clouds closing in around the trees in the backyard. A mind thinking along certain lines seeing visual glitches just along the edges of the roofs but there aren't pixels in an analog sky. Cleaning inboxes, leaving notes for others, and for ones own self in the morning. Not after proving ones own being-human to the machine of course. Lost for words to describe the light outside and maybe then and now that's the beauty of hours like this. Have a calm night wherever you are.