10pm and on, suddenly half asleep, or half awake, but fully unsure. Having left all the windows open, the evening still misses the scent of rain but is occassionally shaken by fresh breezes that briefly go through some pages, open and close magazines again, cause all sorts of noises that feel uncomfortable on the very edge of sleep. Late sunset behind half-closed eyes. Long days, short nights, and tomorrow always just a breath away.