9pm and on. Staring into these clouds again, not for the first time today, still not sure whether they're moving elsewhere or it's just an optical illusion caused by staring for way too long. As the rain calmed down, opening the window will immediately fill the room with dense wet air, a few noises of the city, fragments of conversations floating through the street, a short, loud argument in fractured English. At some point this comes to an early end, with angry steps moving from each other. Moments to nurture challenging dreams.