The rest is silence

Cold, empty roads filled with warm sodium vapor lamp. There are two policemen who scream, "Halt! Who goes?" I thrill with delight; since never I heard such stirring cries. A pack of yelping dogs stand in wait: each with sharp teeth and lean stomach, each with dignity of tearing me to pieces. When the morning will come, I will see those policemen accepting pithy bribes, the dogs sleeping disgracefully on some doorstep, and the roads burning with men rushing to make up the numbers. But I won't mind: I have seen how it transforms into beauty when dawn is still a couple of hours waited for.