Haunted town hour.
Even noisy cities, if they’re small enough, do sleep. There are times in the day, deep in the night before the time before dawn, when you can walk leisurely across the deserted otherwise-busiest intersection in downtown. I love those moments when it’s only the tarmac and me sharing our secret, while the bricks and concrete around us cradle the unconscious - like ghosts that left behind their presence in little pieces of litter and footprints and the wear and tear on handrails… They shall all come to life again soon enough.
But in that moment, it’s just me, and the place, and the murmur of the air.