The Beauty of Night

I always love that feeling when I'm on the night ride. I sat next to the window and stared at the street lights. The driver brought us to almost 120 km/h. Then I set my favorite tunes on mp3 and plugged both my ears with headset, while imagine something that will never happen.

Nostalgia chilled me to the bone. When suddenly the playlist shuffled automatically and played a song that used to be the soundtrack of life, meaningful. The brain got us to the old days. Far far away.

The car sped firmly. We wandered in a peaceful point. It was a moment that couldn't be described. The songs was really friendly at a moment. Brought us to another world. And then, the car stopped immediately, as he snapped his fingers and woke me up in a short time imaginary place.

I wish I could live in the beauty of night.
Perhaps I wouldn't recognize myself.