As the sleeping child secure in biggin and blanket wonders at its spinning mobile above, sleeping sky, dark and cold, fascinates at its earth, warm in luminosity, below.
Bustle of the streets ebbs and flows while beginners and enders find safety in their bastions, occasionally peering outside their microcosm to see migrations and escapes and stillnesses.
While some truckle to night’s calls for rest, others trickle whence they may still fest.
As illuminations anticipate their fate by watching their clients’ phizogs, some will soon dim along heavy eyes while others will continue to flash in company of airy affects, leaving the mood of the city balanced in brightness. ; )