8pm and stumbling. Still early yet late again. Considering night and dreams, somehow lost to an unrequited love affair with that odd moments just before dusk, when the city lights wake again, the air carries that certain scent, everything emits an all-embracing quietness even in between cars on a crowded street and music is just enough in drums, a dark base guitar and a voice same as dark. Surfing blue hours to dive into deep darkness, always feeling like letting behind a lot of things that were as well as a lot of things that could have been - and still feeling content and comfortable with it.