Peter couldn’t help but agree. The city was almost a different place entirely at night. The crowds were dwindling from the busy, the hard workers, the stressed into a fleet of carefree, rowdy, starlit individuals. Easily Peter could get lost in the soft glow of the lamp posts and neon lit ‘open’ signs rounding each corner. But it was the way strangers seemed more inclined to be friendly to one another if the atmosphere was right, somehow that the later it became the more people’s desperation for connection seemed to grow, that truly piqued Peter.
But really, if the high were right, those lights could really become distracting.
”Smells different too. Less of a hot piss, fresh cut grass smell and more of a…” The redhead took in a deep breath, “Post rainy day smell.”
Clay breathed deep and gave a nod of agreement . “ I’m definitely getting less piss , yeah . ” But the smell of the city didn’t interest him as much as the beauty of it did . Not just the myriad of lights flickering in countless windows like urban stars , but the fragments of songs & conversations they caught from open doors and busy patios as they wandered , that melody of life spilling out . It made him feel part of something . It made him feel alive .
“ It’s more , like , awake or something ? I kind of love it . ”
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