It was a Saturday night and roughly 11:30 PM when I staggered home from a friend’s party. It was dark out and most people had gone to bed by now so the streets we’re silent. The only sound that could be heard was from the wind quietly whooshing through the trees in the darkness – quite relaxing really. It was almost complete darkness out apart from the street lamps that lit up the deserted roadside that I walked down. Strangely enough, it didn’t seem to bother me either. The dark and the quiet rustling above me was quite often something that made me feel alive. Credited to SaturnSunrise