Close to 10pm again. Too many stories once more, own ones and other peoples' alike. Filtering the different visual signals out of the rising backyard night, trying to sort by moods and colours. With the periods of darkness in days growing along the circle of the year, so does the amount of artificial lights people set up to help themselves and each other through and into another morning. Briefly opening a few windows to feel the breeze, surprised that though it's gradually getting cold it still doesn't bite as much as expected. And the old scent of river banks, wet roofs and empty streets was very well worth it. Memories edging dreams.