Nighttime

quiet
standing in the night air
the crickets chirp and a breeze rustles the leaves
in nearby trees

the streets are empty

the parking lot stands in pools of light, still and devoid of movement except for the dance of insects near the lamps

time is stopped and I have no faith that it will ever start again or that the light will ever come

About John Valley

Born in Michigan, USA, in 1948, I've since lived all over the US, but back here again. I've worked as operating systems developer, consultant, and published three books on Unix and programming back in the 90's. My interests include philosophy and cooking chili. I can usually be found online in the mornings, on Undernet, chatting with people in the #Philosophical channel.
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