23 April 2012
It had been a long day and the man contemplated his bed and sleep.
But something kept him awake. A yearning for a reward of sorts for his hard work during the day. He didn't want to just fall asleep and wake up only to have to do the same again. He wanted to savour a small moment of time to himself.
He poured himself a whisky, while staring out into the dark night. He turned on the radio and heard haunting and bewitching music. He enjoyed the silence of the town in which he lived.
Not long now my friend, until the skies turn blue.
Long Day • Opuss № I