Another deep breath at the edge of night. Mostly calmed down, different kind of journeys different kinds of travelling, even though with the days noticing how much mind and thoughts are used to that jumping monkey mode of operation, that clumsy juggling of plenty of tasks at once that keeps filling the bright conscious hours. Somewhat exhausted, exercises in silence by following the lines of writings on old pages, fingers tapping words, inhaling the scent of the paper and the cover and the years the summers the autumns summed up in it. A dream but without a script. Hopefully? Sleep tight everyone wherever you are!