Night has fallen and the rain has ceased,
but the lingering smell,
the heavy air thick with vapour
hangs on, filling my nose and
demanding attention.

I am stood by open window,
staring at buildings while warm
breezes carry droplets imperceptible
across my face, my eyes flitting
between house and fence.

The darkness has only just settled,
streaks of sunlight attempt an attack
as the Moon gathers strength,
our murky blue sky indigo
with shade and sleep.

I love this moment in time,
between sleep and busy, where the
society around me begins to park,
and I am a statue, gazing on all
with no fixed object.

The smell sweetens this solitude,
calming and comforting, explaining
how even though the days are tough,
the night shall have me,
shall keep me alive.