When it was cold
and humid

I could feel the featherlike touch of air
Only my steps are heard
As if I was walking on broken glass

Wrapped up in a thick
white veil
Blocking my sight

Darkness has fallen and
the streetlights are throwing
sporadic, yellow beams
that rise towards the sky

Like a thousand warm breaths
on a winter cold night

A car passes
The thumping music
ebbs out into the night
like a stifled yawn

Precious silence is here again