Somewhere later the day, probably: Unwinding. But as a superpower, desirable yet ungranted. Old systems of all sorts, dark corners, sins of omission ones earlier self couldn't help comitting. Feeling mental capacities wearing off a bit. (Past 10pm. A single late bird waiting near the bus stop. Two electric scooters in the street, green lights, unnerving sounds. Weekend, unfolding. Have a soft night wherever you are.)
10pm and on. Copying and failing to correctly file drafts. Feeling the urge to call it a day, yet restless and unwilling and clutching to whatever started, whatever was left unfinished today. Collecting random dots of light, maybe windows maybe artificial stars maybe fireflies real or imagined. Noticing the late city and ones own borders, breathing, before loosening the grip on the hours once more. Have a soft night wherever you are.
Finally, concluding another long day. Wondering where that particular time went. Once more that last check on busy machinery, late the evening, to be a bit more ready to let things settle. Questions remained unanswered but sometimes it's good to have them asked and written down. A party to celebrate the weekend filling the appartment behind the corner terrace, coloured lights dancing on white walls, some shadows moving in between, turning into brightly illuminated faces then and now just to disappear in their very own twilight again. Slightly exhausted. Waiting for snow. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.
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