The air is warm, the night struggles to be seen.
There are red tailights going ahead, there are white headlights running in the other direction.
As I pass under the road the ambulance speeds by above, red, white, flashing and screaming.
On the side off the hill the lights of the trolley crawl like a snake toward the college where the self powered billboard flashes and pulses with sun like brightness.
Still the night beckons, through streetlights and buses and stores, opened and closed.
24 hours, open all night, extended hours....why do we waste so much time.
Embrace the night, close the curtains, rest your soul and release your dreams.
Peace, the night has come.
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I read a beautiful description today by Pliny the Younger about the pyroclastic cloud descending from Vesuvio and covering the area. He said the sky turned black, but it wasn't like the black of night without stars or moon, it was like being shut in a room with a spent lantern.
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