That Night

The dim winter lights loomed blackly from unknown directions.
A vision stirred, vaguely familiar, flickering before turning strange and distant.
That night, a silent pause settled, then shifted, leaving everything in suspense.
Time stagnated, halting the movement of day and night, as the thinned moments of dust and dawn blended into one another.
These moments were like fragments of unfinished narratives, waiting to be gathered, all existing at once.
They belong to neither past, nor present, nor future;
They belong to eternity.