You remember those nights when the world outside your window starts to quiet down, right? Everything just kind of slips into this gentle hum. Cars, voices, even the distant laughter fades. And in that soothing silence, the glow from the streetlight becomes your best friend.
It whispers secrets to you, those old lights. Like they're telling stories of past wanderers and their dreams, as you lay there wrapped in your own thoughts. The glow flickers, like it knows it won't be around forever, just like those stories. It reminds you of the fleeting nature of time, in a way that's comforting rather than sad.
They say every light has a shadow, but it's the glow that catches your eye, isn't it? Maybe it’s that fading glow we should focus on, rather than the shadows it casts. Because in that glow, there’s warmth and a promise of dawn, even if it seems far away.