This Night

Coming home back from work is always joyful. I was feeling restless in my room. Sometimes the shadows of your sorrows, and a happy past just catches you off-guard. It was little late than midnight. Couldn’t sleep… needed a smoke. It was cold and drizzling outside but it was just superb. I didn’t know if I could get a cig nearby. But I surely would have tried.

I left home … never did I saw the roads so empty…pieces of papers flying…the cops trying to beat the cold and the rain. The sleeping city looked like a child.

I went to the regular spot near AXA….. saw the shop closed. I saw people making a little bonfire…It was cold.

I reached empire…. a sure place where you can find cigs. The place was almost empty.. unusual for that place. I lighted a cigarette…and the smoke of my mind cleared. I sipped the tea in my own private space…I had all my time. I preferred to sit outside…I wanted to enjoy the raindrops falling on my head. For a moment I thought about everything and the same moment …. forgot about everything. And so did the beautiful pair who just wanted to preserve that moment….you can tell by their eyes and yet not see the invisible dance they did… and I guess so did that lady in that auto…who I didn’t get that night’s business….but I am sure…she was happy…I was ….they were…this night.