It’s dark, and quiet. One by one, the houses close their eyes, and you feel the families living in them, were finally getting to bed. The streets that were yearning for some shut eye as well, were getting their much needed rest, too. It was a busy day. Full of the hustle and bustle, traffic and solemn still moments, there was work, and school, kids and their friends, work buddies and their board meetings. But, now, all was hushed, except for the rustle of leaves, from the wind, and a consistent hoot of an owl.
The moon was shining bright tonight, as well as her friends, the stars that light up the night sky. People talked about the warmth of the sun, and how she brightens their day. I wonder why the moon never becomes the subject, of our nightly conversations. Maybe she’s shy, or maybe she doesn’t care for the spotlight, or maybe she is admired for her beauty that only a select few understands. Maybe she is just doing her job, and just existing, like rest of us are.
In the city, the neon light scene was just getting louder, and louder. The night was still young, and people are out to play. Dubstep music played so loud the galaxy covered her ears, drinks were plentiful, and people were getting to know each other, maybe a little too well. Brawls were starting, couples were breaking up, others were making up. Someone just confessed and was feeling the butterflies in her stomach, and someone else was balling his eyes out, because of something he said.
The diner lights were bright, and was full of people that already had partied too hard. Pizza was being served, burgers and fries were the appetisers. There was a smell of cheap alcohol, cigarettes, bacon grease, and burnt coffee. It was musky with sweat, half washed cologne and other consequences of a little too much indulgence, and intoxication.
At the apartment, the clock’s ticking echoed in the hallway, and the slight hum of the fridge resembled something like a hymn, or a prayer. The night cool air was condensing on the windows, and the conversations I had with the cars on the highway outside, were written on them. There was a solemn whirring of the fan and a tired fizz from the electrical wiring, as the white LED lights worked, through the night.
The moon had worked hard, shedding light throughout the night sky, to help people find their way home, from the loud heart thumping sound of party goers. The night was getting old now, and she was waiting from some shut eye. As the moon, slowly but surely, goes under her covers and nuzzles the cool morning breeze. The sky gently morphs into a beautiful orange yellow, and the world is yet again, awake to the sun’s warm rays. A small smile creeps on her face, the sun exchanges in kind. Her heavy eyelids says good night, as her sibling’s eyes says good morning, to welcome a bright new day.
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