SILVER

Silver lights are swirling quietly across the ceiling, as if someone has thrown a ball for the reflections. There's a feeling of slowed breathing in the air - the very same kind that happens between laughter and a kiss. Time stretches out like chewing gum in the sun, and no one is in a hurry to cut it short. Just flickers of light, sounds stretching out, and it becomes clear: rushing is the most useless activity in the world. Let everything wait until dawn, while the nite still believes it is eternal.