My Midnights
My midnights are wakening up by music, by thoughts hard to be put into words and by dreams in my sleepless night.
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Never would I have imaged that an evening jazz concert would turn 4 complete strangers to a band, singing to a Billie Eilish song in a midnight bar. I love the spontaneity of people in that scene. Grab his guitar; Beat your drums; Sing my melody; Others became the instant audience, clapping and swinging. Still can’t believe this is the Shanghai night in 2022 after 3-months of lock down, with flocks of people chatting and wandering on the midnight streets, holding cups of beer. Some were dancing to the music escaped from the bar doors. The entire street was a jamming venue. Energy and eagerness to engage were breaking their ground. What are they dreaming under the streetlight? The day when Covid finally disappears? Singing freely without worrying about tomorrow? Create stuff just to entertain yourselves and your friends alike?
Thinking about these thoughts with head hanging out of the taxi window, having my last glance of that scene. They will still be enjoying that midnight and never mind about who is leaving, right?
Good night, my midnight.
