Quartal

The weather was cold outside and my breath would turn into vapour instantly. I walked through the deserted streets. The night was cold and empty. There were no stars to be seen, and there was no moon. Only the dull shine of the street lamps would be seen. The air was still and the only sound was my breath and my footsteps. I looked at my watch. It was the dead of the night, and everyone was sleeping already. But I saw light in one window, only one.