He is watching the departing day and waiting. What does
the last light promise, and what can it now deliver?
The sky turns gray. There are still some clouds, one
of which faintly reflects the glow of the overcast sky.
The setting sun is not visible from where he stands.
Night is falling. The streetlights are coming on, and windows
shine out between intervals of darkness. Moments hasten. Time passes.
The moonlight casts a mask of death on the city.
This place seems like the end of the world. He
does not mind being at the end of the world.
Paraphrases from the novel Don’t Call It Night by Amos Oz.