Good evening.
These are the in-between days.
Not quite the holiday anymore. Not quite back to routine. Floating somewhere in the middle.
There's a strange freedom in that. No clear expectations. No script to follow. Just time, moving slowly, asking nothing specific of you.
Let yourself drift tonight. Let the lack of structure be a comfort, not a confusion. Let yourself exist in the spaces between things.
You don't need to know what comes next. You only need to rest in what is.
The new year is coming. But tonight, you're here. That's all.
This is Evening Wind Down. Float gently through the in-between.