9pm and on. Thinking pastel coloured sky, pastel coloured dusk, pastel coloured clouds: Fragile and thin formations high above, fractal borders, translucent and weightless. Watching a cool late wind driving the heat out of the streets, leaving behind just a scent of the river and the meadows, and a bit of dust dancing, slowly settling. Two silhouettes and a dog resting on the corner balcony. No motions, no voices, just a candle and a cigarette. Other persons rituals. And the night.