Different evening same place and feet on cold stones. Densely grown meadows, still felt in all of its presence. Silence on the street, silence on the village square. New lanterns outlining the perimeter of the old farm house up the hill, unsure why they are lit today. Not  very much enticed to find out for now, either. Distance in space and in mind and having mixed gut feelings about that. But maybe it's just lack of sleep, at least to some degree. Have a soft night wherever you are.

Hours later, near an open living room window. Gazing at the evening sky the somewhat dark facades the few lit windows. Breathing the early night air, the scent of concrete and trees and soil and meadows and a hint of the river nearby. Letting all senses sink into that moment, as the morning and day seem already and once more far from here. Wrapping up. Shelving. Yawning. Not asking the model for rest as some answers would be confusing to anyone including oneself. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

Later again and returning to a temporary home with the passing day. Early dusk, the pubs and restaurants still crowded but the city is quickly cooling down. Filing the pictures taken hours before, having another sip of water and then wrapping the mind in wordless silence. Slightly tired, but in a different way. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. 

A lot later again, a breath of relief in cool evening air. Watching the late daylights, the soft glow behind opposite windows, the random spots of cigarettes dancing on open balconies, feeling the scent of burning tabacco and other vegetation all rolled up, browsing through inner music libraries and feeling more indecisive than ever before. Eventually giving up, flowing with some stream for a while and then putting the day to rest, hoping for the thoughts to follow. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are. 

Way later again and still the mental gears of the day are spinning. Algorithms revisited, scenarios penned down, a lot of edge cases most likely missed and gradually giving up on what filled the earlier hours. Sometimes things are about finding problems to match a certain solutions. We just don't know. (Slowing down, watching the windows out there go dim one by one, except for those known to stay up too long anyway. The darkness is soft and warm, hoping for sleep but dreams seem far. Have a decent night wherever you are.)

Closing in on 11pm. Following the late hours of the day, slow steps weary feet, slightly dizzy and out there gazing for bats around the vast ash tree. Briefly ignoring it's probably too dark to see anything out there up there but the idea matters. Listening to the creek and its stories. Shelving ones owns, to pick up some threads just after dawn. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

Finally: The day and its chores the evening and its deviations and the neigbhourhood still indecisive between the seasons, wanting to embrace new warmth and still set to face new cold once the dark is moving in. Scents of fires but outside the narrow confinement of the backyards. A tram ringing somewhere down the streets. A whispering of night in the trees, and a breath of early dreams in a strained mind. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

Finally: Putting down the week, letting go of its multifaceted tasks and topics, feeling the calming presence of a city that is pulsing and breathing at low frequency, with that omnipresent universal hum to be heard just then and now. Credentials lost, accounts closed, a sip from the bottle and a flipping of pages and just about enough of anything for now. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

And then at some point silence becomes more prevalent and the mind is willing to let it sink in again. Another short stay at the back door, just to feel the air of night and collect a few sounds from the village surroundings. Lowlife in bushes, a distant car, the idea of a conversation somewhere out in the darkness but maybe that's little more than a side-effect of senses slightly overstimulated. Taking on dreams, one thought at a time. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

A lot later. Mixed mood between being too slow and still being too fast. Cut connections to the topics of the week once more but mind doesn't very much feel okay with that. But doziness keeps from digging deeper into even just one of them either. Bouncing a few messages, setting reminders, listening to the neighbourhood reconsider music and laughter even with all the doors and windows closed. The serenity of winter stars. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

Very much later, same as tired. Slightly different rituals, similar flows, texts and snippets and thoughts and a pile of unrelated pictures merging into one. This part of the city in an odd state, somewhere in between early week business and early year laziness, nightlights behind most windows and ornaments still swinging on the balconies. A food messenger, a late bus, a few lonely smartphones leading their owners through the current dark. Slowing down. Settling. Breathing. Many poor tools to tackle the inner noise. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

Past midnight, on and off. Reading Johnstone, reconsidering improvisational acting and arcane stages and random people. Maybe it's all just a mirror maybe it's all just a facet of the self ignored so far. No voices. No words. Just another character at the edge of the story.