The sound of zephyr in the midnight is soothing, enchanting and endearing. The leaves move slowly in rhythm happily murmuring about their ancient secrets. I stay still accustomed to the movement of the wind letting it to blow my hair, kiss my cheeks, whisper in my ears and give me a passionate embrace.
The street light flickers unevenly. In no time the stars and moon take upon their duty by showing way to a weary labourer. He sings a strange lullaby that echoes around and finds its way home.
The owls start coming out of their hideouts. The housekeepers cast away the lights. Night takes over the throne embellishing it with her bewitching shadows.
The whole world takes a break from the ongoing frenzy and rests in peace.