10pm and on. Later the day, still early the night, somehow. Watching the light of a lonely cottage reflecting on curly waves. Everything the world holds is wrapped in dark soothing silence again, and, in between the peace of this vicinity and the overall frightening noise beyond its borders, that seems a state of things more than just a bit welcome. Some bird screeching in the distance of the valley, a single bell struck, the scent of fading fires. Few words needed, few words said. Being here as all required for now.