Finally, planned roads and detours join again, street names and neighborhood become more familiar. Slowing down. Doors unlocked, doors locked, windows opened to let a bit of a fresh summer evening in. Ignoring dusk and dawn and temporal horizons for a bit longer as there's still some room for thoughts, mind to roam before it's all about trying to find some sleep. Have a calm night wherever you are.

Quite a bit later and the week's moving out. Sleepy minds entangled in sleepy thoughts, continued. Music from the bus stop, it seems despite the weather dwellers of early night are comfortable again with just hanging out there waiting for a connection or like-minded souls or a good story or whatever comes their way. (Closing windows, at least some of them. Trembling a bit in the cold air. Different kinds of goosebumps. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

Once more, watching this day slow down, calm down. Late blue hour, light and mood. A crowd of passengers waiting for a late bus, tips of cigarettes glowing in no particular order, evening playing around the facets of their faces. A cab stopping by, picking up two persons and some large suitcases, moving on again. Tension: Looking past the border of night and morning, mostly prepared, slightly uncertain. Stories of imposters and the room they claim, in particular moods of early night. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

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.