It"s dark, so dark, that you can see only indistinct outlines in the end of the street. You are staying near low three-floor house, built long time ago, so the brick is turning into ruins. Silence, all around keeps silence, and this house is sleeping quietly too. Rustle leafs on the trees, which you can"t see, but only feel their presence; "Hushhh" whisper bushes to the grass, and the whole million of tiny beings, which are living there, obediently have calmed down. Only grasshoppers have the honorable right to break the silence with their strange tunes, which, crossing, are forming a symphony - fresh universe of sounds, so good transforming the feelings that are overflowing you... This mild sweet night is blessed by the most beautiful and powerful angels; and you are staying in its heart - an amazing feeling!
But what - you are not alone? The window near the roof of the house opens, and the soft dim light of the candle shines through the darkness, leaving shivering shines and shadows on the large branch near the window. Somebody is staying there and whoever he was is keeping silence - just like you. Does he too watching through the night, listening to the grasshopper rhapsody and feeling self like in a dream? You don"t know, and you think, you"ll never do.
You keep staying here. With each minute you feel the night gets brighter: there are stars appearing on the sky, like unique shining points of a talented master. To how many do they give their living light? To how many poor they are giving the last hope, when all around including tomorrow is only darkness; to how many people in the sea, sky or on the most lifeless places they do show the way; to how many unlucky lovers they"ll give consolation and to how many lucky - an occasion for conversation... No one count; no one could.
The unknown inhabitant of the steadily collapsing house is still there, near the window. He isn"t smoking or talking or searching somebody - or something - but stands quietly, breathing that cool damp night air, maybe watching at the same stars and - maybe! - having the same thoughts...
Strange night! How many dreamers will you inspire? Am I just a one of uncountable amount or is that night only mine? Do you know that, secret night, eternal mystery of which can not be shown to everyone - like the young beauty, which too hesitates to be watched by everyone, but in her heart dreams of it, and that"s why cautiously glances at brave young lads and blushes red when is caught... Is that I to whom this glance was addressed? Am I the Chosen?
Or I"m just a casual witness?
The stranger - still you cannot see his face - sighs softly and turns away from the window. And that leads your thoughts on the other way: who was he? Why does he sigh?
And you are still standing and staring at the window, while the first frightened leaf is slowly falling from the invisible height to the offended wet path, turning around and dancing, like he was trying to detain or delay an inevitable meeting...