Finally, day concludes just the way it started: Stumbling into maintenance tasks. Small chores. The kind of things that need to be done to not completely be at odds with oneself and reality in the morning. Rooms a bit more empty now, a bit less light, different light, and an open window an open city right in front of weary eyes. Silver lines in the skies hinting moon and for a second, her pale shine seem just what it needs to draw softness into the dreams to come. (Have a calm night wherever you are.)