Last night was one of those special nights, one of those night when you just know that everything just is as it should be, always have been and always will be. It was cold, just enough for the snow to lay white on the ground instead of melting to oceans of water and mud. The air felt heavy and the dense mist created cones of orange, dim light shot out from the streetlights. The light reflected in the snow painted the heaven in a deep orange color. It was so quiet, so still so calm. It felt like you could hear every little sound from miles away. The only thing breaking the silence was my breath and my steps in the snow.

It was in the middle of the night, around 4 o'clock. I got off the bus, and just stood there in the centre of my life. At least it felt like that. A place I've seen so many times before. That place, where so much is going on every day, and now it was just me. I walked to the bridge over the railroad, started to walk across it. I was walking slowly, I wanted every step to count. In the middle of the bridge, where the railroad runs right under it, I stopped. I leaned over the fence, thinking. I think I stood there for an hour.

It is during nights like these you realize that you are immortal, that you will never die because time has stopped. This stands still and this night will live forever. It is an epic feeling that stays within you for a long time, making you relaxed and calm.

I finally started to walk again, thinking and trying to absorb every passing second, every step I took. I walked in the middle of the road, no cars where going anywhere. I met an old man. He was homeless, an alocoholic, a drug addict. He was sober now. We talked for a while before he got up on his bicycle again, riding into the night.

I finally started to walk home again. Home. It was a sad feeling, knowing that this night would sink into endless oblivion, it's impressions slowly fading away as soon as I would close my eyes for the last time in hours. I would wake up to a new day, with new hope and new dreams, but it wouldn't be the same. There will be more nights like this one, but nothing will be the same. It is a sad feeling, a comfortable and calming feeling at the same time. Times like these will forever stay in my memory. I wandered alone through the night...

A moment for myself.

I miss my camera so bad. If I would've been able to capture last night with my photographs, they would've been so powerful that you could feel the silence and the calm through them. Another day is passing now, snow is melting away just as time is passing. The is no forever, no eternity. The only thing that is constant is change.