It is dark already, and I am out here again, talking, telling the story to the quiet night.
Last night your thin walls invited me to the party next door / reminded me I am a quiet person in a quiet life.
Copyrighted Artwork: Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes
In the stillness.
I come to look. I come to wonder.
You can find quiet
In San Francisco,
Listening late at night,
To the second hand of your kitchen wall clock,
As cars glide across wet city streets
After it has rained.
The city becomes a different place
when I turn the radio off in my car.