pixie dust on your eyes

The stillness of the night.

It's cooler outside, much more cooler than these four walls. Sound of water gushing, and nothing more today.

Sometimes I see shadows rushing off and melting into darkness, probably to a meeting, a lover and her rendezvous. Sometimes I can hear phone conversations, emotions transferred on that thin wavelength, going out to another party at another location.

The coolness, breeziness, quietness that aren't always a normalcy on this spinning ball. I pause a little while more. I think there is something interesting behind this noiselessness, maybe it's the substance of ambiguity that makes it all the more interesting. Fear, curiosity, a streak of romanticism, apathy, gladness.

One day, I will traverse it, holding the element of surprise in one hand, another hand-