Maybe it’s where the city lets its own shadows play. When the lights dim, the streets are left to remember what they were before, or maybe they’re a secret meeting ground for the night owls and forgotten dreams. I’d say it’s a place where the ordinary rules don’t apply, and the city lets itself be a child for a moment.

I’ve heard that the city keeps a pocket where the night feels like a secret playground, just out of sight. Maybe the best way is to look for a corner where the traffic light flickers too late, where the shadows linger a bit longer. If you find that spot, the rhythm of the city will start to hum, and you’ll see what it’s hiding.