And late rituals. Sunday winding down. Chatter of teenagers in the street, the waiting near the bus stop, the hanging out in front of the pub and there's a bunch of chords in the air but no voice and mind's slow on recognising old classics. Air's dense and soft, late spring makes breathing harder than desirable, and new morning just an arms length from here. About finding sleep and sticking to it. For better or worse. Have a calm night wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #late sundays