Todays late hours, still in the aftermath of task switching and caffeine. Eyes closed, motionless, trying to hear the city in its evening, and all the small details nearby that just go by too fast otherwise. Voices outside. Unsure whether from a late show or a phone call. A dog barking, an old engine taking a most likely old car towards the river. Thoughts come and go and sometimes this is not that bad a state for ones weekday evening to be in. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

Hours later miles away and still both fast and slow at the same time. Old songs echoing in mind and ears, long rows of heavy trucks empty fields under stars of a clear nightsky, watching villages float by and bulky traffic head west and drivers dimming their cabin light. About to return, with excitement fading into exhaustion. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

A lot later, slowing down from travelling fast. Countrysides cities villages passing by and at a certain point distances and up being mere numbers. Hours from here. Mileage might vary. And mind's catching up still, a process longer than a day maybe. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

Another few or more hours later. Returned. Sorting languages, phrases and context. Left some in the morning, some in the garden and maybe forgot some elsewhere along the way. This is still summer, the evening's still bright, the neighbours are still out there on the street chatting about vacations and weather and there's pleasure to be found in listening without actually listening too close. Thoughts like bats, on fast erratic tracks. Infinite monkeys and just a fragile idea of sleep. Have a calm night everyone wherever you are.

Several hours later, a temporary full stop and listening to the settling dust. An awesome universe of what seems the acoustic equivalent to microscopic images. Sounds of buildings, structures, a moth on the wall, maybe clouds in dusk sky. Or then again just what seems to be there, in between senses slightly overstimulated and various inner noises too present to even be aware of anymore. Late enough and still lagging behind on a meaningful amount sleep. Have a calm night wherever you are.

And then, yery much later: Back inside. Still, a returning into moist, stale mood, feeling sweaty the very few moments after closing that door, putting down bag, getting rid of shoes and at least some clothes. Echoes of late neighbours on the stairs. TV conversations behind some of the walls. Not consciously listening, not too interested, but hard to ignore as well. Some chords in late twilight, dusty keys and even after a few moments failing to find some viable melody line. So seems this day might deserve a break, after all. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

A lot later, fuzzy borders between today and tomorrow and maybe yesterday. Making it home, the last miles the steps needed the door unlocked locked again and most of the neighbouring houses already in deep sleep. Late procedures, barely awake. No conclusions. None needed. Have a calm night wherever you are. 

Onward into this night, finally. Having spent most of the hours inside and not really enjoyed the few moments elsewhere, this again feels like one odd day again, slightly without aim or purpose and with a much more limited set of images, a much more limited vocabulary. Stories of overthinking, input management, various kinds of noises and the slowness of certain weather. Crafting random dreams, just to let them grow and go and maybe return after dusk. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

Evening, still or again connected and yet unwilling to accept any kind of cookies at this time of day. Browsing music libraries, stumbling across some old standards to revive but failing to fully resonate with anything. So resorting to text instead, reading between the lines, giving up on things as ones own interpretations of what's unwritten between the lines turn out to be overwhelming and confusing. Maybe this is the hour, again, to conclude, retreat, calm down. Have a soft sleep wherever you are.

Seemingly days and weeks and yet just hours later: An attempt to slow down but lacking real perception for the current speed or movement or position on track. Stormy evening still, windows falling shut again and again, shivering floor shivering walls and jumping at every louder noise. Tension relief. Warm tea. Artificial rain. The usual procedures. While keeping on running circles, in a way.  Have a calm night wherever you are.

The later hours the changing of weathers and never ceasing to be amazed by the play of light on the edges of phases of days. Also, in front of a screen still, or again, catching up on some proceedings while the mind's repeatedly trying to break out and get lost wandering through backyard vegetation, across mud and stones. Late bus, drivers ending starting another shift, cigarettes glowing near the crossroad, messages sent, messages received, not all of them in textual shape. Strategies of communication strategies of implementation and the neighbourhood coming to rest. Have a safe night wherever you are.

A lot later, still fast paced, head in clouds feet on ground and watching the last steps of todays procedures conclude. Still tense, but also quietly relieved. A peek through an open window, there's still so much light in the city and evenings aren't long enough for everything one feels that should be done. Knowing limits, accepting constraints, playing a few chords to let the mind untangle just a bit. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

Evening and slowly reconnecting the self to the neighbourhood. Skies still grey, no rain, and the music hints at people remaining in weekend mode for a few more hours. Washing off the past days, emptying the glass, straightening the rooms to not stumble across leftovers tomorrow. There's always sleep to hope for, even on the border of weeks. Have a soft night wherever you are. 

Finally, closing in on 10pm and not completely sure where the day went. Still watching sunset to move on and night to take over, trying to focus on the music and chatter outside and keeping the new morning at distance for a bit longer. A warm city dusk, all the stories are here and some even waiting to be told but not anymore today. The tired mind refuses to go any deeper. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. 

Later the day and still slightly awake. Standing at the back door, for a moment, just to be submerged in evening air and feel the vast trees above. Even on quieter days there's enough to process, enough to let settle and wondering whether the late hours are about the right time for that - or merely about trying to let things calm down before another morning will be drawing near. Stories of input and pointless rambling while the creek keeps on flowing down to the river. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

Indefinitely much later again, followed different threads through the jungle of the day, maybe running in circles without knowing again but at least arriving somewhere at some point and voice is slowly recovering and there's always both that kind of imposter operating slightly outside ones comfort zone and that perception of others that differs from that and even just matching these two aspects takes much more energy than expected. (One step back. Reconsidering. Rewinding. Settling. Letting go of these words as they are tired. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

Later, again. A long yet short day. The moving out to the green, the returning home. The quietness on this side of the river. Music from the backyards, the scent of fires and charcoal an open barbecue, the shadow of what seems a bat and the whispers of an early nights wind in the trees. Detached and hovering through stories, own ones, those of others, old ones, new ones. Near the window. Candlelight. Mood overcoming ratio for now and there's always a dream to still follow up on. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

Inside, behind rainy windows on an evening of changing weathers and moods and states, trying to move between rooms aware enough yet not too focused to completely wake up again. The moist air and the outside silence are soothing. Gradually slowing down. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

And another evening, following a day that went by like the wink of an eye. Different hour same sleepiness, and the kids in the other appartment seem to have a late night too. Wrapping up what has been started along the hours, trying to exchange the old air in narrow rooms and find some chords to resound the current mood. No good results in both. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

Later and slightly tired and still awake, pondering and breathing and one more time around and trying to imagine proper sounds to go with the moment to hide both noise and sudden silence. Strong force of old habits, wrestling ones inner mechanisms, the challenges of knowing things in advance and doing more profound learnings to handle oneself: Tools and superpowers that could apply to many different domains given they weren't missing. A night to unfold, a dream to slowly play on. Sleep, sleep everyone wherever you are.