It was very early in the morning. Riding my landlord's bike home, I was struck by how quiet and empty the streets were. The sides of buildings, normally aglow with artificial hues of neon light from massive signs, were cast in a dim moonlight. The occasional motor passed me by. I saw a mother on a bicycle, her young daughter riding in an affixed seat behind her. As I passed, I was able to hear the creak of her pedals.
I turned down my alley to find a local taking pictures of buildings and streetlights and sidewalks - like me, enjoying a different city by night.
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