Closing in on 10pm again. The sound of cautious steps on the floor just behind the wall. A voice is trying to sing a child to sleep. Modestly successful. Elsewhere, someone seems to have given up on practicing violin today, trying flute. Same skill set. But a bit more challenging to the ear (maybe though just because this is today not yesterday). Balconies next door are bearing chains of coloured lights again, like out of the nowhere of the dark seen the last weeks. (Also: Wrapping envelopes around a few more e-mails. But at least leaving the stamps to others.)