The light is fading. Over my right shoulder pastel colors of pink, blue, and lavender kiss the sky. The heat of pollution slowly edges itself out of the vicinity.
Oh for a rainshower right now. We'd be covered in mud and slime, slipping and sliding down the soapy muddy streets.
But afterwards... ah, after the rain the world would be doused in a perfume of clean earth and wet leaves. The streets would gleam with the reflection of carlights on the asphalt.
Just as the air about me is in need of refreshment, so is my mind in dire need of rest... rest from my thoughts which never seem to stop; rest from my worries which armwrestle their way into my head; rest from my insecurities which always win late at night when I'm most heavily thought-provoked.