The air outside was cool and heavenly compared to the stuffy warm house as she stepped outside onto the pavement, still warm from the sun that had set hours ago. The city lights stood out like they often do when you are somewhere with a view over looking the city. It looked like some one had decorated the ground like they would a Christmas tree. Some lights moved on roads giving the impression of being busy with something important. Others flashes as if they were constantly coming up with ideas they never did anything with. While still others stood still as if they had decided not to move and face whatever comes their way, even the end of the world Each having something to admire, even though they be extremely different.
Lights in the sky tell of airplanes getting ready to land for the night and get some shut eye. There was no moon to govern the stars that night and very few stars shined bright enough to be seen. That night the stars seemed to be standing tall as they all were very proud of something which we humans can only wonder as to what it may be.
The crickets chirped there good nights that never seem to end. Dogs barked their dismay that the sun had gone to bed and so must they. The gentle swish of traffic played a lullaby , as a train whistle blows annocing its long journey through the dark. Two cats swarm her at her feet asking for a bed time story. She sees no reason reason to say no, so she sits down and starts with the words a lot of bedtime stories start with, "Once upon a time". As overhead a satellite slowly drifts by as if he was the night watchman of the city and he was just passing by to make sure all was okay.
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