Feeling of night

The following text is just something I wrote a while ago for a project that I thought I would share. In general I noticed a lack of creative writing on here so I thought I'd do something about it.

A hushed whisper around the corner of the street, muffled sounds followed by an eerie silence. Then the clapping of feet on the long dark alley, casually disrupted by the soft hooting of a nightowl. Someone passes in a hurry; you feel the brush of a long coat, hear the clicking of a lighter. For a second a face lights up, but before you can focus it fades into the darkness again. The smell of a cigarette sweeps past you and then it’s gone as surely as the stranger. You stand still for a few minutes, feeling the brush of the cold wind and enjoying the sight of crescent moon looming over the world in the distance.