Comic is night today

If there's something I don't understand in big cities, this is the night.

For most people, this scene looks very natural.

Modern man is often more active at night than during the day.

But for someone from outside this is really a comic nod.

Let's start from the beginning, it's night, the clock strikes at three in the morning, but I swear I heard a bird singing.

It's night, but no stars shine in the dark sky. It is dark, of course, it is night, but the roads are so clear that it could be said that it is daytime if I did not look at the sky.

It is late, very late, it is night, but the lights of the houses are still on, some shops still have their windows on and low music plays all over the street. 

Even though it was past midnight a long time ago, there are still people on the streets coming, cars passing and young people laughing.

The last train has passed a long time ago, but taxis run through the streets with loud passengers.

It's a cold winter night, but I'm so hot! 

It is not snowing, but a fine drizzle covers the streets as if it were fog. 

Even though I've been walking for a few hours and my feet suffers, I still haven't reached my destination.

I continue for more than two hours.

I walk with slow steps as the cold boot hurts my feet.

Even so, it is still night.

The birds continue to follow me, singing as if there was no tomorrow, which is actually today.

 It's all quiet. 

It makes the music from the backstreet.

The bird.

The cars.

The drunks.

Passersby.

All seem much louder than normal.

 By a sad coincidence, I walk in such a strange hour on unknown paths in a constant struggle against myself to keep myself in this world. 

I am probably lost.

 But not sad. 

It's a beautiful night, good night.