I like to walk at night, City, the old part I live near, is calm and receiving, its like two of us see each other unobtrusively,
dark night is color of the deep indigo ink, lights are cold, streets are empty, presence of old houses and tall, sleeping trees....
sometimes as a lovely surprise still there full of grace and colors in the dark, all lit up, left there for the winter, we still want to call it winter, a Christmas time tree...
they say beauty is everywhere, I think its true, not many are able to see it though....
good night in quiet, cold night of winter dream...
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