Weathers went through, left some rain, tore some clouds apart, fled into the unknown reaches they seemed to come from. Pastel hours past sundown, old music from somewhere closely nearby, more voices, more chatter and the sudden insight into the day opening to the weekend so the hours seem even more valuable. Cheering the dreams here and there while they last. And taking a deep sip, waiting for new stars on ancient skies. Have a calm night wherever you are.