8pm. On the move again. Halfway out of the day, half still in. Exhausted yet still not completely willing to calm down. Watching boats float through a quiet river, listening to the sounds of people spending the golden hours out in the meadows again, chasing long shadows while the bottles are slowly emptied. A distant airplane, drawing silver linings into a bright sunset. There's always a vintage picture in everything, touching those old parts of the self. So this is where we are.