Contrast of the night

As the sun goes down I wonder, what will the next day bring? Will there be happiness or heartbreak? Will there be excitement that makes the day fly by or boredom that makes it feel as though the day is continuously hit on rewind and played over and over again. As the pink fades to black and the contrast is clear all the little things stick out making its way to my line of vision. The stiff breeze becomes the soundtrack to my steady heartbeat. All the little creatures in my mind are alive creating and destroying looking past the world around that is preparing for bed. Everything seems to catch my eyes and all of a sudden I'm following a flight across the sky filled with people making their way to a new destination. Either finishing an old adventure or starting a new. The mountains in the distance create a jagged line across the landscape creating boundaries to what's past but intensify my wonderment. Is there anyone making a trek across the squiggly lines in the distance to watch the world go to sleep.  To watch homes one by one turn off their lights and have the sounds of the night take over their chatter. All that's left is silenc3. Silence that let's the monsters take over the night.