Hours later and back again. Concluding the day the weekend and stuck in the usual mood for this particular time. Thoughts unsorted, mind off track. Music from somewhere across the backyards, some vaguely familiar movie end theme but without real, matching pictures to be visible even just to inner eyes. Monday close to this horizon. A filled agenda, fast pace few gaps and somehow already in there, more than just a bit. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #the late hours #concrete city #returning

Marga Xeyat Ⓐ hat dies geteilt.