Rendezvous
04 May 07 : 07.54 AM
It's emptying, going home all by yourself. Something I've come to note well over the years. Do you feel this as well, sometimes? Passing by quiet streets at 4am, roads stripped bare of its cacaphony of noise and movements. The radio is hardly audible. What a stark contrast is created then, from boisterous laughter and impaling music at the bar, to this.
This.