Quiet

At 11:36 PM I was walking through a parking garage. It was nearly empty, I'd bolted from the theater as soon as the movie ended so the crowds hadn't made it out yet. My footsteps echoed in the concrete even with my rubber soles. My head was even, not bobbing as I walked. I got into my car, handed my validated parking pass to the attendant, and drove home. The streets were empty, or nearly so.