Chris Trottier on Nostr: I'm craving those midnight hours -- raining. You know, when the city lights glow on a ...

I'm craving those midnight hours -- raining.

You know, when the city lights glow on a puddle. When you hear that rhythm of a train echoing through the air and the pitter-patter of raindrops on concrete.

It's enough to make those minutes tick by, and disappear in your own world. Thoughts, like rain, lost in the distance. Taste the solitude of the night.

When you see that bright light in the distance, stabbing the fog. You feel the train draw closer, engine loud in the night. Soon, you'll step inside those doors.

Then you wonder if you hear a ghost crying, muffled by the pouring of midnight.