Later again, tired again or still and wondering whether some fog remained out there. An intense perception for the river the meadows the trees and bushes and those still on their way with the fading day. Skipping through tracks, hard to find resonance. Doors of a car falling shut, a loud noise echoing in the mostly silent street. Phone calls nearby, the pub in green light, shadows on the sidewalk and tempted to share a drink from a distance. Flipping through some pages instead. The need for rest the waking new dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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