just wandering through the city at night, and allowing everything to have a moment to breathe. calmness expanding with destinations, but no specific time frame.
the city goes quiet after the clutter of the rush hour. leaves settle on the winter winds, and even the cars cease their incessant honking.
little islands of sparkling light illuminate animals locked in resin amidst the park benches & tables. on the other side, a single figure occupies and works a minuscule ticket booth.
his coworker the operator, sits and fiddles with his mobile phone; the flickering on the screen gleaming in his eyes as he clutches tightly with woolen gloves.