Closing in on 11pm. Heavy eyelids. Small pupils. Narrow thoughts. Attention on essential needs, with just a vague idea which that might be right now. The street, ignoring late hours, is waking to new life, people flood out of a crowded bus, piano music echoing in the yards. Words sung in Spanish. Or something like that. Watching reality through closed windows and a mental veil that won't lift anymore today. Have a recovering night wherever you are.