10pm cleanup. Wiping all the drafts this weekend accumulated, all the unfinished tales, alle the trains of thoughts that derailed somewhere along the hours. Listening to night and supposedly new rain. Powering down the fan, dimming the lights, trying to leave every room in a state bearable once dawn breaks. A taxi departing in the street, doors close, late neighbours return. The differences in city and village late in days. And the amazing similarities once you close your eyes.