The Night City

At night the city comes alive. In the dark objects lose there edges and space is connected by the blackness making everything part of a cohesive pulsatile mass. The heartbeat of the world becomes like a pounding drum when the sun sets. The life that becomes palpable only in the wee hours intrigues my fatigued mind. The bright lights that shine from windows are like the multifaceted eyes of an insect, probing. Riding with the windows of the ambulance closed against the chill the quiet is encompassing but I am a part of the city, part of something bigger than myself. Gliding through the night my partner and I bear witness to its birth and death. Against all odds, in the face of all the tragedy, in this moment I am at peace assured of my place. As suddenly as it began my reflection is ended with the dispatchers harsh voice..."assist the police with a patient down in the street, shots fired.