And suddenly it's a new night again to stroll these roads. Leftovers, dangling links, unfinished attempts to cleaning up some aspects of the daily self. Listening to the high pitched sounds inside, waiting for it to find some melody. So many hope so many different dreams and so much more hiding in twilight. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are. 

The other end of the day. Own neighbourhood, above streets and roofs again, calming down. Trees full of starlings, chatter filling rooms and backyards. Music from the pub, decent and familiar. Balcony conversations. And an invisible cloudy sky hiding moon and stars and maybe dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.