11pm and on. Pausing, looking back to take a peek at the traces left behind. Early leaves of cherry blossoms covering a concrete parking lot. Teenagers in dark clothes hiding behind bushes and shopping carts, gathering around the blue glow of a larger speaker emitting french and russian rap. Some cars remained here even when the store closed down, nobody apparently bothered. Stories of hiding in the niches of todays world, even while they're getting smaller and more uncomfortable. But for the moment, night caresses quite a lot.