10pm and on. At least a bit. Most of the day has settled, some dust still dancing in the remaining lights. There's music, somewhere out there this time, an odd, monotonous rhythm, organic and dark, like the dripping of rain on wood, the grinding of tectonic movements. A bit of a dream in everything, soothing and unsettling at the same time. Stories of late hours and letting go of thoughts, as a talent dearly missed. (Have a calm night wherever you are.)