Night Views

On a warm June night, past midnight, when quiet regain its reign, I stepped out on my balcony. Bare feet. The usually cold tiles were nice and warm to walk on, returnig the tiring heat of the day. I thought that the street lights look a bit like a landing strip. The yellowish glow of this night light was cut out by shapes of dark trees. No wind. Only dumpen sounds of scarce cars passing.


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