The street lights, Lean snakes
with gallant fireflies caught in its throat.
The silence was only in my head.
The cold, with its rigid, and casual temper
Yet, hot air exited strangers with rapid thrush.
… and laughter, random conversation, the clatter of car doors, and slammed windows,
made me feel content and included with the roaming shuffle of night.
I was happy to be walking down this street,
with the lights, and with strangers.
— Cam Ie