There is something interesting when you wander neighborhoods at night. Most of the world is resting to some degree. This is when I can again be alone in public. I am drawn to the contrast of darkness being lit up by the street lights lining a thoroughfare. The occasional car which passes leaves a trail of taillights to disappear in the distance.
Who was that person? Does their life matter to themselves or others? Where are they going in eternity? Do they ever think about that?