10pm, pausing, breathing, rejecting invites, turning down the light. Late traffic, once in a while. Late bus passing through the stop, leaving behind a handful of people trying to find theirselves with smartphones shining bright, lost into discussing directions and street names. A young woman crosses the street, on bare feet, heavy bag in one hand and her sneakers in the other. It's cool out in the meadows at this time of day, it's still warm like late summer in between these familiar houses of the neighbourhood. This evening has the scent of open fields and wide sunset distance and the taste of mature fruits and watercress on fresh bread. And that should do. (Have a calm night wherever you are.)