night flying. written 2000

late night cafe music. enough caffine to make the sane mad and those denizens of the coffee sane.. reasonably. red light floods the scene, horizon of yellow light on the bar; dark silhouettes of couples sit around tables lit with candles and low lights.
Samarah looks up to and notices the time on an old Hawaiian clock. 10.00pm.
time to go. see the night out. But, decides to go after one more song. to calm the nerves.
sweet slow drum beats, the string sections elevating, almost like she's flying again.
the nights calling Samarah. And it was true, looking out the window she could see the moon through the withered plane trees. the first full moon of the month. and through the trees, they looked like a medical graph of the nerves in the brain. the branches forking out into nerve ends, the trunk the spinal root.
"good night for flying" she mused staring at the deep night sky.
laying her bill down on her table, she rose and left the small late night cafe. its warm and frendly atmoshpere lingering as she stepped out. the winter bite in the air, nipping away at her bared skin, reminding her to pull on her coat.