Finally, concluding day and weekend with that fragment of an hour, standing in an open window frame and letting the new dark flood into these quiet rooms. Noise from the pub, the scent of food and the chatter on the sidewalk, near the bus stop, make the evening seem earlier than it actually is. Spotlights tracing skies. Random fireworks again because no reason too small for that. Letting time pass, readying for the week, common procedures and the usual mood that's never wearing off. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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