Close to 9pm. Bottle's still filled but it's just water for the day. Somehow, evening managed to cool down even more, still reluctant to consider rain though. An airplane taking off in the distance, the familiar sound of the engines, coming from everywhere and nowhere in particular. Windows opening to the backyards, the family next door getting together for a late dinner. There's music, there are chants akin to a prayer, words unheard, mood just vaguely captured. (Listening in a distant contemplation, without understanding. Trying to steer clear of the late days edges. Everything being a bit vague and hazy tonight.)