10pm and quiescing inner voices. Out in the dark, the closer world right above ones head merging into one with an endless open sky. No shooting stars, but at least some familiar constellations, some distant blinking, a few lonesome artifical lights on their precomputed tracks. Pondering signal, noise, uplinks and maybe some foreign civilizations out there in between stars and nebulae. Just the usual kind of thoughts racing through ones mind close to sleep.