Hours turned to miles falling past, a return home. Approach always flares with relief, familiar signs and curves of road. Sleepy, not ready nor capable of the descent from consciousness, I set out walking. Till my feet ached I was not ready to stop, the timing was slot perfect. Over chain fence, down grass rocky bank the river sounds whisper just louder. The right solid slab at a comfortable angle, leaning back. Slight patterns of clouds shimmered in slow motion obscuring a wholesome moon, reflected darkly on rippling wide water. Though it is not fair, factory lights grow elegant at night.