The streets are wet from the continuous drizzle throughout the bleak day, but now it’s come to an end, the night air is brisk, you can feel the cold on back, the only sound is the wind whispering to the voices in your head.
It’s quiet, a little eerie, maybe even spooky, but also just a little peaceful? Suddenly the small street you was walking feels longer, the tiny part of the world you are in, now vast.
Your imagination running, but your legs moving slower, and slower and slower, until you stop.
You stop, look around, stare into the darkness and think, “I’m alone, in this world full of people, I’m alone” The quiet you had earlier now gone, overcome by the sound of something else. The sound of being alone.