9pm and a little more. The sound and scent and images of rain. Headlights of a late bus reflecting on the wet street. Most of the day has vanished, the borough ist veiled in darkness and utterly quiet again tonight. Pondering the last three decades, the years that passed, accomplishments made, things left missing. More than just once feeling a tad helpless with all that remained unaddressed. We could be elsewhere, for better or for worse. Maybe remaining humble and greateful still is a good start, despite all odds.