Sitting atop a slide on the playground late at night, I take a deep drag off of my cigarette and flicking the ash off to the side onto the woodchips. The street lamps cast a small bit of illumination onto my face as sit in thought. The fireflies flutter about the park, and cultivate a feeling of nostalgia which brings me a small amount of comfort. I spot you walking nearby and since I usually don't see anyone at the park this late I decide to check on you.

A bit late to be in the park, huh?