The Night

Photo by Zac Ong on Unsplash

In the darkness there is laughter

There is solace

There is peace the sounds of the city askew with the moon out, a jingle a jangle a horn a blast. The city makes noise while others wait for the sandman.

The morning comes, all is normal you awake. The laughter fades to the formalities of the day. The smell of coffee lingers from outside the window the city awakes.

By Andrea