Evening and a few cautious steps on, still, earlier than usual, seemingly late as always and wondering to which extent that perception of time depends on individual states of being. Clouds and a veiled world below: Half asleep already, feeling the echoes of the afternoon and the hours before that. A perception of rain, again and again, and a scent of moist air waving through quiet backyards. Pub's opened but there's no music. Few lights in other windows, but people seem to prefer retreats today. Sometimes discovering a melody in things is a task not for the faint of the heart. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.
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