Friday night and sleepiness sinking like snow or dust. Weeding a few images out of that day, no particular order or topic, to keep them in that mental gallery and flip pages as the hours proceed. Music from the pub, too noisy today and too much off in genres to be interesting but loud enough to not be ignored either. A candle on a huge table, behind that window across the street. A few imaginary stars, a few real ones, some relations and some echoes. Maybe it's okay. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

Way later again, or at least that's how it feels. There's quite some sleep lacking from these nights, and that seems to make days feel shorter and more dense. Remaining in a silent living room, resting on the floor and listening to ice scratching the roof still, neighbours floating in music and movies, scarce traffic heading in and out, and the city gradually lose itself to dreams old and new. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

Another day started and went by, another night with the air outside turning colder and colder. Skies of vast clear blackness, shining winter stars and a surreal promise of snow. The pub seems opened for the first time that year, dirty blue lights casting light silhouettes on sidewalks and parking cars, music caught and suppressed by closed windows and maybe other means of filtering reality. It's about training and adoption, it seems. And about getting rest at the right time which is hard to figure out, every day anew. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.