Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him.
I think of long, sweet afternoons, when I may lie and listen to the distant sea, Or hear the breezes in the reeds that sigh, Or insect voices chirping shrill and dry, In fields that wait for me.
From a distance, it's not hard to imagine a bustling city full of traders and craftsmen but upon closer inspection, you'll feel more like Indiana Jones on an expedition through a lost city.