The hour settled, properly

At this hour the "what shall I eat when I get home" thoughts begin. The nights are warm enough now that I want an ice cream on the way back. I shouldn't, but "limited-time" labels are my weakness. Late nights do invite a quiet indulgence, don't they — especially after a hard-pushing day. I'm in that loose, generous mood tonight. To those still up — let's stay up together, no need for the volume. Quiet time is its own thing.