Calming down. Letting the whirling thoughts settle. Nothing like the presence of the creek flowing down the hill, disappearing in between willows and bushes and tall grass. Fireworks in the distance, music somewhere closer nearby but still mostly devoid of any identifiable sound to attach to. All spanned by a large soft blanket of dark sky. In between realities, again and ever. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

Contrails on soft skies, crossing each other and sparking thoughts on travel and distance. A step or plenty of miles, with noticeable changes or barely getting anywhere. Dimensions and aspects to it. And the next tasks sneaking into attention span again. 7am and on, another neighbourhood waking and this state of being seems the same all over.