Closing in on 11pm. Retreating, slowly. Letting the day settle. Collecting all of its different moods, wrapping them up, folding them into small talismans to keep on a shelf to watch the world as the hours of sleep pass through. Or the hours of maybe-sleep, of inner voices chatting and dream states shifting and an ever-nervous cat roaming, occupying the space in between. No real silent moment down that route. (Have a relaxing night still, wherever you are.)