Very much later. Cleaned up again. Bottles emptied, the last candies gone, lights dimmed. There's a party somewhere in the backyards but it's only about hearing chatter and glasses and drums, while the people to celebrate remain hidden somewhere between bushes and trees. No fires for now. But a wide open black sky bearing all the stars one could imagine and more. And sometimes at night it's there again, that weird childhood mood of speechless silence looking at this vast endless void in between here and there and distances not even imaginable, let alone being able to travel them. Grounded in between firs and oaks. Watching. Yearning. Have a soothing night wherever you are.