10pm and slowing down. Returned to ones own neighborhood. Driving with the evening breeze just to feel how much old stones have soaked up the warmth of the day, gradually releasing it into the more quiet, more dark hours. Dim lights, breathing on an open window, letting things settle inside, outside and everywhere. The challenge of accepting rest. Have a calm night wherever you are.

A different shape of weekends. Sunday evening, and still out here in between the dense blooming green, even though barely visible at this hour. Emptying the glass, breathing in and out in an attempt to stay clear of the usual rhythms, the usual outlook on a new weeks morning and its routines. Eventually, waving the day good-bye with a quiet sigh and retreating back inside. Have a safe night wherever you are.