Again, quite a lot later or at least it feels like that. Heavy headed. Mind like a sieve, unsure which part of the relevant information has been kept around and which parts have just slipped through. Half asleep again, not that this day has really been awake at all. Watching the clouds and the sky and the outline of houses and trees and trying not to be too aware of all of that to keep the monkeys from dancing. Have a soft evening wherever you are.

Later the day somehow somewhere. A fleeing sun, new rain and some thunder. And still that kind of light that has prevailed ever since waking, with very fee moments to be an exception. Weekend went by too soon, a bunch of threads left dangling, a bunch of thoughts not well thought out. The path and its turns, the waypoints, the dark corners. Monday just one change of sunlight away. Determined to keep the day around for a while, but longing for sleep too. Decisions decisions. Have a soft night wherever you are.

Very much later and listening to the postlude of the day, a lof of more or less dissonant inner chords and melody lines to slowly dissolve in the soothing quietness of another summer evening. In an odd way relaxed, even knowing most of the tension's far from gone. Attention focusing somewhere just above ones own head, trying to get perspective and perception changed and sorted. Touching walls windowsill windowpane, feet on ground, mind here and there and all over the place.  There are days dedicated to frenetic laughter, without any particular reasons, and there are days on the other end of that spectrum and sometimes predictions are hard to make. (Certain notifications muted, certain earlier topic ignored for now. At least an attempt to. Stories of priorities and rest. 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.

(The day the evening and a plethora of different cloud shapes collected today, all of them having in common an utter talent to completely hide the sky and the universe behind. A few drops of water still finding ways down the leaves of the trees, making the self sync with a confusing, irregular rhythm that still in a way feels organic and soothing. A fabric for imaginary paintings, mentally, physically. Have a soft night 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.

Tag, Nacht, Tag, diesmal als Ablauf von Zeiteinheiten, deren innerer und äußerer Zustand kaum unterscheidbar ist. Krähen schimpfen auf der Kreuzung, der Ventilator atmet einen warmen Hauch und der rationale Geist versucht sich in Überlegungen, ob das Gerät derzeit mehr Wärme erzeugt, als es in irgendeiner Form zu kühlen vermag. Gähnen, am offenen Fenster. Ein vorsichtiger Blick über die Straße. Erste Schatten, erste Schritte, noch spürbar vor erstem Kaffee. Habt es mild heute. 

A lot later. The essence of a day that hasn't seen much apart from resting and hiding and getting used to. Windows opened wide, not changing very much though. Sleepy appartments, no lights, a cab and a phone call while the pub is leaving a neon pulse on parking cars. Sticky air. Sticky thoughts. Ready for some rest but not expecting much here. Have a calm night wherever you are. 

Quite a bit later, somewhere amidst a week and not really relating to either hour or day. Detached, a little more than usual. Restless, too, between contradictory poles and not sure which things feel least bad when not done. Watching sunset again. And considering sleep. Stories of options and hopes. Have a soft night wherever you are.

Still out there, returning. Fireworks across the river. Velvet darkness. Just slowly cooling down, feeling concrete and stone facades release all the heat grabbed from the day and its sun. Not asleep yet but also just partially awake, and maybe already dreaming. Have a soft night 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.

Into another late evening and through its twilight: Silent chords, barely heard. No singing. Sometimes there's that attempt to forcefully calm the mind to get rest needed, sometimes it's all about allowing that inner monkey to jump and wander around hoping it eventually will get tired and fall asleep, and sometimes it's just about laying back and letting go, no matter how unfamiliar it might feel. Sometimes it's about another rewind and redraft because words are different before and after writing. Unsure which kind of outcome will come from all this, today. Non-deterministic approaches to certain issues within the limits of a fuzzy world. Mental exercises, on both ends of the day. Have a soft night wherever you are.

Preparations for late early week night, after all. Inhaling moist cool air, watching other appartements watch pictures move across huge screens, attempting to tell the program and topic from the colours involved, the frame switches, the speed of cuts. Not that it really mattered but at least it is distracting, at a safe distance. And then for a dream, for the dark hours, for the day to come. Sleep tight everyone 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. Another day of trying to reconnect to the current, actual, measured position along the track of the week. Leaving some notes on proceedings and achievements while pruning the task logs for the morning to come. Too much in between, watching loose ends entangled into each other and everything else. Head slightly spinning. Switching back and forth between inner modes and repeatedly ending up some kind of stuck. Missing superpower: Getting things done in the right order and speed to be happy with it. Always. Nothing to be learnt or trained today, though. 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.

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.

Beyond dusk again, breathing in the rhythm of the fading day. Mind still navigating papertrails, files and documents, trying to map professional approaches to both onto personal ones. Different context, different issues, golden hammers and faulty metaphors. Sometimes one step back is a good thing. Sometimes it needs a bit of distance to get a clearer view on things. And sometimes it might just need sleep. Have a calm night wherever you are.

An unmeasured amount of seconds later and not too much slower and there's already night and still day again and these phases of transitions are much more than a change of light. Eyes closed in darkened rooms, barefeet on old floor and surprised to experience how this perception changes when consciously paying attention. Talking attention, once again scrolling back through the busier hours and noticing how many sideline tracks have been taken, how much focus they took, how much inspiration and meaningful input has been gained from being out there, how many worries did arise from these. The difficulties of balancing. And all too much of unsorted ramblings before escaping into night. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.