It seems magic is in the air tonight. The neighborhood seems quite darker than usual, with only one street lamp lighting up the block. Giving the buildings a different look at night, than normally perceived during the day. The banter of chatter and laughter fills the air, we are alive tonight, enjoying the festivities that only night life can bring. At the center of it all lies a corner store, with a man relentlessly working. Must be cooking up something grand as the scent dissipates in the air catching my nose like a woman favorite perfume. Some of us wait in line for the desired treat, lost in excitement I can only get a glimpses of this mans silhouette as the lamp illuminates the smoke, casting shadows of the man at work. All I can think is, I hope it tastes as good as the aroma filled in the air.