10pm and slowing down. Calm winds, calm leaves, calm trees. A single dog strolling down the street, stopping here and there, eventually returning to one of the houses, disappearing in am open door. Across the street a young couple is quietly submerged in conversation, no words to be emitted into the dark night, just a tonal sequence, like a melody, a mantra, a prayer. Little light tonight. Artificial, yet warm.