Two fluttering dresses run accross the street. The unstable patterns danced with the warm night air. Their bright smiles shone like the lights of the cars. The full moon in the cloudless sky was very jealous. The city’s invisible stars like a catchy hum walked with the dogs on their leash, as the children played tag around them. All is normal it seems, a sleepy summer night. I look for a pattern that reflects life, the best I can do is to copy.