...Between Lights...

The sun is gone. The night has not yet arrived. In the space between, a girl leans against a lamppost that flickered on just for her~ The city holds its breath. No cars pass. No footsteps echo. Only the neon signs burn... blue, pink, magenta, painting reflections in the wet street, keeping her company from a distance... She holds a book she has not opened. She tucks her hair behind her ear. She is waiting. The lamplight makes her tiredness look like something sacred.