10pm and on. Still late dusk, and it would be a bright evening if it wasn't for the clouds cruising horizon ever since. Still open ends untied, still paragraphs not fully written, still the desire to take what the day didn't need and shape it into things pleasant for at least oneself. Pondering ambitions, ... z428.micro.blog https://z428.micro.blog/2024/06/20/220851.html