(Closing in on 10pm, again and resorting to old routines. Browsing music from some yesterday not very well defined. Not singing along but visualizing the moments that are stuck with the chords. Hearing sounds going places and feeling the resonance head to toes. Breathing with the city under a dim sky, half asleep already. Have a soft night wherever you are.)

And then to conclude a short weeks long days. Sleep states. Stumbling across certain tasks that remained undone, mentally and physically. Suppressing a bunch of strong words, trying as well to feel not too much disappointed facing ones own limitations and the lack of determination to get some things done. The gift of priorities the curse of priorities, and being content with what's possible as yet another missing superpower. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

Way later. Sun did set. Clouds kept from passing through. This evening used to have so many colours it's hardly possible for the mind to remember each and every one. Now, the little left of the day seems to collect in some warmly lit windows, some strings of lamps all along balcony rails, some pale screens of mobile devices being carried from river to bus stop. (Footsteps crossing the appartment below. A phone call a message sound and broadcast music from a low quality speaker. Focussing on the random, too far into night for anything else. Sweet dreams everyone wherever you are.)