One hour before curfew It is the year 2021 A late January evening I am supboarding on the flat waters Of the medieval canals And see my city In all its beauty Enough people walk by But never more than two persons And I am floating In these bridge galaxies (hard to explain 😆 ) While I am doing this Noises are dimmed Curfew time is approaching All the lights in the houses are lit Everyone is home To the satisfactory of my curiosity And I sense something different And it is beautiful And sad For When I am paddling back To my home I experience That my town Is dying In All Its Beauty