As I was walking home, I felt like a late snack. Maybe a mooncake? or something else? I’ll choose in the shop. It's cold outside, I’m wearing my winter coat. The fresh air makes my cheeks blush. My hands are warm and cozy in my pockets. Around, people are chatting, laughing, smoking. Or maybe it is just steam coming out of their mouths. It is cold, it is true. It’s 10:55 pm and the street is sparkling, well awake.