The fog comes in and the bar lights glow pink, purple and turquoise through the thick fog settling over the empty streets. Streetlights glow orange, lending an outline to the black starbursts of the palm trees towering above. Cars swish by in the distance. The fog feels cold and misty on my face.
I walk briskly with a hood on to avoid becoming a target. Overall a pleasant walk through sleeping neighborhoods. Ships sound their foghorns in the distance. The powerlines stretch out over the streets outlined with an orange glow by the streetlights, hanging over the purple-black sky with stars barely shining through. Corridors of streetlights sending orange orbs into the fog-filled space.
Strangers pass in the fog, mumbling greetings and passing on like the wraith-like cars passing back and forth in the distance. Crickets chirp. Generators buzz. The oil refineries out in the distance call faintly.
It is good to be out here walking in the silence. Heart beating. Blood flowing. A brisk pace. People-relations deteriorating everywhere but everyone holding on. Holding tight.
Everyone waiting patiently to see the light.
