Later and indifferent, slightly lost track of daytime as darkness came down like a soft veil again, carrying the scent of moist river banks and close-to-blossoming parks and everything that found its place after the wind seems to have taken most of the wintry elsewhere for now. Unsure, but maybe just sticking to this very imagination of grey days passing is soothing in some way. (Home office window closed for now. Summing up. Concluding. Another page turned. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

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The night: A reoccurring collection of thoughts and inner states one is slowly drifting into, noticing and yet being unable to very much control. A candle still flickering, a mug of tea that turned cold, a minor chord and somehow every melody connected to it leading into a weird kind of dissonance. A play of words turned into a play of dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Finally, a lot later again. Trying to still get some structure into an amorphous vast collection of odds, ends, requirements, necessities. The feel of a day like a condensed week, just vague memories of how tne morning used to take shape. Pondering growth, dubious optimizations, comfort zones and wrestling ones own sufficiently large set of shortcomings in a meaningful manner. After all, just in a couple of fleeing thoughts at the edge of tonights focus. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Evening, somewhere amidst rusty skies and rusty streetlights. Colours that kind of stayed the same ever since dusk went by. Taking a few more notes, all along the order of tomorrows business. Balancing between long, entwined phrases and pure, simple language. Unsure which of both is more challenging and more likely to be appropriate. Meanwhile below, the pub light flickers, leaving odd reflections on a still-wet sidewalk. Pondering temperatures, winter, frost and the appreciation for snow, after all. Halfway into dreams, wondering whether there will be sleep. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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Late hours, after hours, overtime and both off track and in sync with things just one day into the week. Watching slow progress, linking different aspects of the same system and hoping for components to swing in soon. Window closed and still waiting for the room to feel warmer. The street's quiet and dark, the sky much brighter than expected and there's still that perception of soft grainy winter in and on everything. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

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A lot later, still kind of arriving. Near an open window but just for a short moment, feeling different air bearing the same cold, getting used to the change in sound and light again. Birds cars music and some conversations across balconies. A few shadows. A few echoes. And just a vast load of afterthoughts. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Hours later, concluding day and week. Out at the back door again, shivering in cold air and trying to be still for a while just to have all senses perceive the village and its surroundings. Huge trees bearing heavy skies, and no stars. The challenges of slowing down, once more. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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Later again, feeling like a lot but somehow unsure about that. Winter briefly went through again today, cold, grainy, wet, indecisive. The birds are still out there flocking in the backyard trees, leaving the night a noisy and distracting experience. Trying to reach inside for a moment, to find some calm amidst all that different swirling leaves of thoughts. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

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Night motion, hours beyond dusk and slightly dizzy. Deviations, mirrors, corners and ones own shadows on oneself and everything else. Also, elsewhere: Estimates and plans. Unmet conditions. And the oddities of behaviour displayed by software making its way out of predefined environments. No easy fix. But feels like having been there before. (Powering down. Emptying the mug. Facing cold air for a moment. Reading mind and soul for dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

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Several hours later, just modestly content with todays achievements. There's that tendency of measuring and counting, sometimes things fall short despite of that, and there's that guilty gut feeling of muttering even while numbers and outcomes are mostly okay. Performance aspects, quality dimensions, milestones, pragmatic solutions. Unaffected by this kind of thoughts, neighbours are still taking care in redoing their living room. White paint, texture paper, strong shadows, monotonous operations. Different ways to let the evening pass. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Concluding a silent day, images of ice and frost in mind and slightly shaky while emptying the cooled-down mug. Listening to the city that's struggling to stay awake, yet thoughts wandering off and senses giving up on processing this,nocturnal input. A sleepy cat, a tiny star, a quiet sigh and then there's to a new week. Soft dreams everyone wherever you are.

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Sehr viel später verklingen alle Konversationen und Themen der zurückliegenden Stunden, wechseln die verschiedenen inneren Betriebszustände erneut und machen Platz einer alles durchdringenden, alles umfassenden Müdigkeit. Noch einmal Kunstregen auf der Haut, aber weder Klang noch Temperatur des Wassers finden Anschluss in den Sinnen. Die Welt außerhalb ist fern und das Zeitgefühl längst aus der Bahn getrieben. Erste Träume noch vor dem Schlaf, noch anstelle des Schlafes. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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Many hours later, out of the day and into the night and there still then and now are shadows of crows overhead against the dim city sky, making their way to the river. A heated conversation in the street, voices heard but actors, faces hidden to the eye. A different language, an unfamiliar melody, and sorting out that slightly odd feeling that comes along with consciously noticing both. Local computers disconnected and powered down for now. Knowing, hoping that tasks started earlier will make it to the morning. Leaving a brief note on the border of todays mental page. And flipping it over again. Soft dreams everyone wherever you are.

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Slowing down after all. A fast moving day, a fast spinning mind, a dense quality to the images of todays dreams and of some corners visited along the path. Data unpacked, collected patterns emerged, cleaned, started over. Making things work again a second time in the same way, as a means of checking whether that idea wasn't all too off - and whether thoughts still are around beyond mere random success. Here we are, face to face with the stars and the void of a wide sky, small and restless and yet stumbling forth towards another dawn. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

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A bit later: Irregularities, decisions, patches. Processes, too. Watching the system slowly recover while day's wearing thin again. Always some of last years loose ends left to be reconnected, and at some point this can't be avoided. Inner mood struggling to stay in touch with the weather, following up on a change of temperature and precipitation, a quiet observer in the half-dark. Sleep, but as a temporary state outside the flow. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

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Way later again, or at least that's how it feels. There's quite some sleep lacking from these nights, and that seems to make days feel shorter and more dense. Remaining in a silent living room, resting on the floor and listening to ice scratching the roof still, neighbours floating in music and movies, scarce traffic heading in and out, and the city gradually lose itself to dreams old and new. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

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Quite a lot later and soul mind body slightly out of touch with each other once more. Aftermath of conversations, elephants, dark corners and the art to avoid all of these. Still practising. Incenses, a few candles, the scent of fir and winter. The strange void between every two thoughts, two heartbeats, two breaths - and how to fill it with whatever meaning might feel comfortable for now. Have a calm night everyone wherever you are.

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