10pm and on. Guests moved on and lights have been dimmed across the street. There's a new Christmas star on the huge terrace, swinging softly in the evening wind, still devoid of own illumination. Faint music from the pub. A dark car waiting second row, street flashing in orange signals. A familiar face in a weak mirror, not responding to communication. Distant howl of trains, just another hour after dusk and hoping for a sufficient amount of silence. Have a calm night wherever you are.