The early late hours again. Still operating oneself in conscious manual mode, but focus slowly waning. The day the leaves the autumn in the trees the scent of wet earth and the melodies of different lifes moving on behind different opened windows and doors on that evening. Both soothing for the soul, too stimulating for the mind however to get real rest. Running on remaining battery charge for now, a deep breath and a pale screen and no new dreams. Things to change things to stay the same. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.