Jazz tone whisper occasionally heals our mind, but simultaneously it depresses our mind either, you know. 

Nighttime needs some clearly drought nuance around telling anything, you know. 

Birds in forest, plants breathing in nighttime make us some cyclic our environmental survival reality. But nighttime landscape is not that known to anybody. 

Sleepy mind and own dormant brain working make us own dreamy fantasy, but usually, at our own daytime awaked time, these all nuances are seen so bored, after all, that impression made through nighttime makes us seen so wonderful, though after waking up to ordinary morning, any yesterday night fantasy must be so superficially uninteresting. 

To any cheaper fantasy, say defiant good bye, that must be so minimally not so dangerous daily routine draggable care.

Once after passing through night darkness temptive own famtasy won't be noticed by anybody.  

You nighttime, so awkward hostess to us, your sole fellow is jazz players or kind of night watchmen in any country and any place at any region. 

Sometimes, drop out to my pillow, midtime meditation dispatch on me, and spend some easy time on my bed!

(Irregularly continued)

Oct. 23rd.      2023