Every late night has a moment where things start to settle again. The city gets quieter, the sky fades from black to this soft blue, and it almost feels like the whole place is taking a breath. This fragment belongs to that shift, the in-between hour where the night ends but the day hasn’t shown up yet.
It’s a simple moment, nothing dramatic, just the feeling of coming back to myself after drifting through thoughts, memories, and everything the city looks like after midnight. This is where the night loops back to the beginning, and where I head home again.