Adrift in the Dance of Time

Amid the rush, the passing time, a melodic patter of raindrops against the windowpane, mingled with distant laughter, grown men chasing their childhood on streets afar. A dying glimmer of sun, caught betwixt the crimson clouds, weaving shadows of hazy remembrance upon the stretched cityscape, yielding to the darkness of the night. A cacophony, the music of the alleyways, where longing and delight trudge hand-in-hand, in silent revelry under a thousand twinkling stars, and the still-waking moon, these celestial bodies their only witness. A blink, a second or eon, adrift on the coloured waves of memory, the past and the present exchanging whispers, bartering dreams, so as to dance in the unbreakable sphere of life. A glance, a sigh, as the clock winds down, with each tick marking the birth of a new tale, and the farewell to an old one, forever buried in the annals of oblivion.