Night

Now is the time, for a silent retrospection, to make all the odds and ends of the day meet, in one moment of silent toast. Things I've said, things I've heard, and things I've seen, all the little pieces and dusts fall together into the air drawing a perfect figure. I will remember this. I will remember that unassuming line in the air for all the times to come.

It will become my memory, tucked away but always there.

I think it's about time to sleep now. Even the sky is losing its rich orange clouds and relapses into a violet dark. An airplane roars away somewhere far away. I'm fine with that. Good bye. Maybe I'll say hello in the morning.