Czech Streets 161 ((full)) -

Night comes soft and deliberate. Streetlamps wobble awake, turning the tram rails into veins of diluted mercury. Cafés gather their light like lanterns, and conversations thicken into confidences. The dog lies down where the day’s warmth lingers; the elderly man takes the same path home he has taken a thousand times and finds it unchanged in all the ways that matter. On a bench, two people speak in undertones, their faces lit by a shared screen; for a while, the world narrows to the glow between them.

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