A peculiar refuge: The refuge is the fire, the peculiar part is the wanderers – more of them tonight than usual. In pairs, in threes, or as a boisterous horde, loud and carefree. As it should be – no trouble for solitude. Hood down, headphones on, music playing. From major to minor, sinking deeper into minor because it feels right. Because it makes you feel. Embracing otherness, like a familiar stranger. A quiet comfort known only to melancholy: not fitting in, but finding a home in that very feeling. Wishing everyone a gentle transition into the night – may it be kind to you.