Quiet Night in Rehab

The quiet of the city

In the quiet of the night, the only sound is the cars passing by tires hissing on wet pavement. With the idiot box muted it is somewhat odd how quiet the city can be. No voices breaking the still of the coming darkness, too wet and unpleasant for foot traffic and even if there was it is not the kind of weather one chats in. You put your head down and get to where you are going without much chit chat. Continue reading “Quiet Night in Rehab”