Come and go winter and snow and hours and sun. Once used to the brighter evenings, backyard feels dull again with the night to take hold of it. Todays late messages in random inboxes attempt to grow needs one didn't pay attention to, so far, and try to nudge into subscribing to services that don't seem to make any sense on closer look. Across the street, there's still a huge string of lights waving in a breeze above the balcony, and watching it swing, watching the small lamps draw random lines into the darkness is this moments soothing quality. Nearby: The things we notice, the things we didn't do today, the things we hope for, for tomorrow. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.