It is now midnight I am told by the oven's clock. I worked for about 5 hours on the latest poetry in English first project. I mostly formatted since I wrote the few poems of tonight within a couple of hours. 

The whole house has been sound asleep since 18h00, except for the cat of the house and also for the poet. The fire is burning and waltzing and has been for the last 3 hours. The stand alone fan is roaring and changes the air from , of course, much cigarette smoke.  

It is a strange phase to be actively writing completely new poetry from scratch sorta speak: I had forgotten how much work it  actually can demand of focus and diligence and hard work at creating the first draft too (Recently, I have been mostly reworking old school writings from 2010-2018 and some written at the beginning of this year).

I love this tonight time.