Nullsphere

The air so still carries the constant crashing of traffic waves lulling all watchers into a contemplative mood. Orange lights flicker like so many earth-bound stars. The city’s breath beats a calming tattoo, wrapping me into its welcoming gloom. As I look into the night sky I wonder; do you see the same heavenly pinpoints of light as I?

Or are they merely reflexions of the threaded words that adorn the necklace of a mermaid against the moonless sky.