10pm, following the hands of the clock out of the day. Backyards and roofs covered in deep darkness, unsure though whether it's soft or not by now. Myriads of dots, small lights on balconies and terraces. An angry cat somewhere between the trees. Stars, a small fire, a cigarette. Locating oneself in an ever-changing environment. Derailing trains of thought. An hour of dreams, the brighter and the more dim ones. As always. Have a kind night everyone wherever you are.