Show a Little Faith, There's Magic in the Night

This is just a piece of proetry:

When the next gust of wind passes by, it will be the one hundred and forth to blow past the large black cat sitting in front of the store since he first came outside tonight. The door to the small shop is held open by a small wooden box, a little bit wider than the cat, and kept in place by a strong steel chain connected to the wall.

A neon sign burns above him as he stares out across the street at the darkened convenience store and the smooth lines of automobiles parked in front. He blinks through the one hundred and forth, and fifth, gusts of wind tonight and looks further out into the darkness.

There is no romance in the night, only what we bring to it, like a chapel or an empty vessel waiting to be filled with the meaning and gravity given to that which we deem worthy or necessary.

It is not sacred until we make it so. ####