The pause in the passage of busy flow, under the influence of the cloudless night skies, led the popular park into a gentle sermon of reflection of the bright night lit up in near full moon glow. A clear park of low mown grass, wet and glistening in midnight dew drop was surrounded a by a row of half lit fig trees clutching faint echoes from squeaking bats..
The sole movement belonged to the gentle rustle of the canopy's cover, dancing movements of leaf pattern encouraged by a breeze otherwise imperceptible.
The clear skies of a hot winter's day left the night barren in biting cold. The unusual heat had drained the vigour of the populous, and quiet coated the dark streets lit low under aged street lamps. A long pause passed; for an undefined moment it seemed as if the world had held a moment of perfect imagery, simply for itself.
An ambling shuffle broke sudden the clarity. Growing outlines of a stooped figured folded in a worn pink bathrobe morphed into distinction. The low light from the street lamp gave an outline to despondency in the slow shuffling silhouette of a woman. She bent painfully into the respite of a picnic table. A pause allowed a deep sigh from the previous silent figure. A red glow passed quickly behind a cupped hand held up to a stooped face. When the hand fell a red ember revealed a cigarette burning from the lips of a face shrouded by a stooped posture.
The cigarette fell from her lips within her frail grasp, her face revealing itself as it looked to the firmament burning clear above. She stared into distances as the pause of imagery crept like the grasses dew over reality.
Unmoved moments passed free from scale, broken finally by the face in a crestfall inclosure. The neglected cigarette, burnt out, came slowly back to her lips, a flame revealing the night's frost mirrored in her gaze.