A lot later: Recovering. Letting the day the evening sink, feeling the tiredness in every step and the frost creeping in again. Conversations with a bright moon, a church just dimly lit in comparison, and the music left and right of it just slowly calming. Here, in a way, even though unsure what that means. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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A lot later again. Pondering past bad habits, overcoming them, envying former selves for their ability to rewire inner circuits in a lasting way. Rooms opened wide the outer world, smelling hearing feeling the dense early night, humming a song that fiercely made it to attention without remembering why. Tracing back some more lines until mind refuses to go any further. Here enough, for now. Humble and grateful. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

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Much too late. Slightly tipsy, more than just a bit overstimulated. Topics of the day revived in different settings, conversations taking other routes in other company, and never getting out of these without questioning ones own opinions and approaches. Heading home neighbourhood to neighbourhood, a calm city darkness, thin traffic, people waiting for the late lines in empty bus stops. A manifold of ways to spend evenings, and feeling oneself somewhere in between, watching through small eyes, trying to keep ones monkeys from dancing too much. Have a safe night wherever you are.

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In between breaks and realities and different phases of days. Not really awake anymore not fully asleep yet but fallen, more than once, to disturbing dreams. Near the window now, gazing into clouds and rain and just briefly noticing the warm light of the other appartments over there. Traffic on wet roads, a bus arriving, opening closing doors, departing. A clockwork ticking, a fly circling the bulb of an old lamp, play of dust and shades and it's all shaping up and fading again. Ephemeral, fragile, fascinating. Have a soothing rest everyone wherever you are.

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Evening came and went, hours did melt, mind went on and off. Night feeling much later than it actually is. No more focus, realities fading into dreams. Music and sounds of distant trains filling the street crossroads to crossroads, there seems a desire to rest as well as an inability to rest, a whole load of loose ends piling up, a temporary frantic mood urging to get at least some of them resolved. A deep breath, a cold hot shower, a few gazes into mirrors and candles and a few other arcane routines, without second thought. Withdrawing into a new dark. With the morning just a few twinkles away. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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A lot later. Somehow lost touch with the time of week. Trying to get tomorrows agenda straight before noticing weekend and the absence of professional appointments. Rewind. Light of candles, and the intense touch of lavender in moist warm air. A play of shadows a dance in the room across the street, curtains closed and stories left to imagination. People laying the hours to rest, people heading for the city and its more glittering parts. Somewhere in between, humming old music, no words to sing. Have a pleasant night everyone wherever you are.

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🌃 Tired mind, sleepy eyes and an imagination of starlight on everything. No decision as of yet whether window to remain opened or be closed. Which darkness is more preferrable, the inner or the outer one?

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Hours later again and slightly unsure of certain facts, such as day of week and season and whether the streets are already or still asleep. Just across, a flat is emptied again, books stored in boxes, furniture disassembled. A single lamp shedding cold light, casting strong shadows. Noticing the things while they change, disconnected from names and faces and stepping back into the living calm of this room while rest is a hope and dreams are a promise. Have a peaceful night everyone wherever you are.

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