Finally and somewhat later, fireworks in the distance, heavy clouds, dark trees waving under heavy breezes, neighbours over there stuck in their evening routines. Pub dedicated to some sort of festivity tonight. Young people, formally dressed, talking, smoking, drinking on the sidewalk in front of the entrance, music already reaching the point of minor chords sneaking into melody lines. Writing stories of these weeks and what makes them matter, while days are still getting longer. Summertime imaginations. On repeat. Have a soft night wherever you are.