On the other far end of the day: Arrived hours ago, now also observing the soul to slowly embrace the current Here. Other cities, other sounds, other scents, other paths. Remembering a lot of these, and still discovering what changed, noticing how long it's been to walk these old roads. How one has been when being around here earlier. Flashbacks that don't match the season but still. Klezmer music in backyards. Red balloons near a river, light of a late summer sundown. And bats circling an old belfry.  Unsure where actual history ends and stories begin. Have a calm  night wherever you are.