The Night Is Young

At a corner next to the smell of today's newspapers from all over the world, the night seems still as he looks out the window. The fountain with the orb-like sculpture is not spewing water at the moment. Orange lights, not bright enough on the trees, magnifies the stillness of the night. Such comfort, this refuge gives him. Safe and sound for him to be engrossed with his own thoughts. Nights like this are a welcome, even if exams are looming in less than twenty four hours. By himself, a large table and quietness. Music passing through the buds of the phones from the notebook. Memories abound as he tortures himself with songs and music of the past. But the sweet sweet melodies are well worth it, as he reaches into the depth of his heart and maybe beyond.