Long days at work and buzy evenings at home turn to short unrestfull nites, another summer mostly missed. I'm not unhappy, I'm quite content, actually. Getting used to many little losses and expecting more, barely having the time to reflect on any..No impact, no harm done, none of it matters. I'm quietly mourning the loneliness I dream of and dread so much, welcoming a long rainy day ahead and all things coming to an end within me.