the sign of breathing spaces

The long weekend holidays

The town at night seems deserted

Most of the cars have gone

There are empty spaces

The hawkers, cafes and restaurants

All the quiet in the premises

The university students majority going home

Leaving the town with breathing gaps

The locals can take it easy

Going out to taste the local foods and drinks

There is no rush to find places or stalls

There are empty tables and chairs

Now the locals and migrants

The roads will be fairly free

Only the business owners will complain

Of poor business takings