10pm and on. Still late dusk, and it would be a bright evening if it wasn't for the clouds cruising horizon ever since. Still open ends untied, still paragraphs not fully written, still the desire to take what the day didn't need and shape it into things pleasant for at least oneself. Pondering ambitions, energy, a certain tiredness ... and still the want to stay awake until early morning, like in the olden years.