Town was wild as I walked in. Noise, hilarity, and shouting ricocheting off the terraced streets. Students. Winding down. A man falls to the ground. A soft falling. Intoxicated, there is no hard thud. He rolls to his knees and raises himself. I walk on. Watching to see if he needed help but not wanting to go too close. Christmas trees in shop windows abound. It helps cut through the darkness. So thick, so black.
