Edge of day edge of week and that line where rhythms slowly change. Always trying to avoid peeking into the coming tasks too early, always failing. The reoccurring sound of water on the roof and in the drains. Second row car parking. Muddy reflections. A half empty pub. Weak music. Late visitors, little left to be done today. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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