9pm, moving on, earlier than usual, more tired than usual too. Thoughts about professional lifes, private lifes, thin lines vanishing and the middle ground from where to see both, in time and space. Still out in the wild, cheering the few stars floating the skies of another fleeing day. Still, dark facades, dark windows under dark roofs, few steps, few sounds. Still in the midst of summer, and it seems people are mostly still out hunting new stories in distant places.