Past 9pm and still turning. Hair cut paper cuts sore fingers beard trimmed gifts wrapped cat locked out of living room, noticeable protest included. Another tea, letting candles flicker behind slightly open windows, just to close them feeling the sharp cold on arms and neck. Winter across the neighbourhood. A bit dizzy. Slowing down. Exercises in awareness, too: Remembering arbitrary hours spent ever since waking up. Improving on that, calm, grateful, content with the flow of the day. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.