Tonight the streetlights where I live went out at midnight as usual.
While I looked for my key the kind-hearted taxi driver aimed his headlights at my
back as he backed up. The ruthless glare projected the inky silhouette of a middle-aged man
onto the steel gate.
It was only after I had found the right key on the chain
and inserted it straight into my heart that the good fellow drove off.
Then I turned the key in my heart with a click,
pulled out the delicate piece of metal,
pushed the gate open, and strode in. Soon I got used to the darkness inside.