Friday Night

It's getting late



I glance at my clock, it says 7:45 pm....

and it's a friday night.

Heaving a sigh, I walk over to my window and breathe in the warm evening air as I listened to the busstle of traffic beneath me. How strange, the feelings of isolation as one stands here. Suspended hundreds of feet in the air, so close yet so far.

I gaze out at the dark silhouttes of the buildings scattered before me. Row after row, they fan out. Stretching towards the horizon, as majestic as a retreating wave after it hits the shore. Their dark forms are illuminated by faint moonlight which trickles down from the inky blue heavens. A blurry twinkle of lights emanate from their half-opened windows, the only indication of human activity.

Looks like I'm not the only one working late tonight.

The office's air-conditioning suddenly feels cold. Turning away from the window, I move back to my desk. The numbers 7 and 50 blink cheerfully from the digital clock atop my pile of documents and folders. What a stark contrast with the lifeless feel of an emptied office.

I feel alone.