Very much later again. Considering bedtime rituals, varying shades of dark and the amount of mutually exclusive topics to squeeze in between the covers of a single day. The pleasant ones. And the demanding ones. Beginning, concluding things under kitchen ceilings, sipping on a late tea and watching the windows of the neighbourhood dim the lights one by one. Pub backdoor releasing a thin veil of music into the night. Floating with it for a moment, until focus wanes and hours flee. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.