Fog

Fog settles on the city, a blanket damp and magical. An underwater wonderland (of very thin water mind you, or perhaps that's water with lots of really big air bubbles) where sounds and lights whisper of a realm of dream, a world only half seen. Sounds echo in a way that draws your attention to the silence between, lights hang suspended from droplets above the city.

A service station glows like an outpost floating in the mists, headlights slowly resolve from a faint blur to two burning eyes as the tail lights fade back into another world.

The rattle of trams far off coming and going along roads that weave between worlds, boom gates clang lonely in the mists, calling as their love speeds past, devoted, looking on as the train skirts between stations, between worlds disconnected by dreams.

Dreams floating in the mist, echoing the silence deep within our souls.