Silent Night

The cold wind that gently tingles my face makes the leaves rustle as though they were whispering. Crickets click rapidly then make no sound at all. This reminds me of a high school lunch room scene. Teenage girls whisper as I walk by, when they think I can not hear them they chirp and gossip, when I turn and give them the death stare; complete silence. The squeal of screeching tires wakes me up from my cafeteria nightmare. The screech fades away and it is silent again. This is how I know it is night, I can only hear one or two cars a minute as they zoom past the usually busy intersection by my house. Heels click and clank up the stairs outside my balcony, metal clicks against metal and then a loud slam of the door. Someones had a long day.