Way beyond 22pm. Accepting to have slowed down a while ago. Emptied the glass again, taking quality time standing in the backdoor frame, briefly staring out into the dark. Grasping a lot of different sounds at once and failing to identify where they belong and what is causing them, in most cases. Except for the constant, wake flow of the creek on its way to the river, maybe. Reflecting on another week passing by, and the ages that seem to have found place in it. Processing some, ignoring others for now. And trying to set a stage for short-term dreams worth being dreamt, heading for the morning again. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.