An unmeasured amount of seconds later and not too much slower and there's already night and still day again and these phases of transitions are much more than a change of light. Eyes closed in darkened rooms, barefeet on old floor and surprised to experience how this perception changes when consciously paying attention. Talking attention, once again scrolling back through the busier hours and noticing how many sideline tracks have been taken, how much focus they took, how much inspiration and meaningful input has been gained from being out there, how many worries did arise from these. The difficulties of balancing. And all too much of unsorted ramblings before escaping into night. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.