Small particles, living organisms within themselves a miracle of nature and evolution. Small, hardly noticeable to the naked eye, more like specks. Specks of dust seen in the sunlight or in a dark room when you turn on a flashlight. Specks, small enough not to be noticeable to a passerby, even if there were any.
A soft cracking noise breaks through the silence of the alley way next to the nightclub just off the Plass. Not loud enough to be heard over the thumping base that was blasting out of the open doorway, or over the chatter of waiting clubbers straining to be heard over fast beats and loud signing from within the depths of the building, yet they were the there all the same. Swirls of orange and pinks move silently through the area the sound had emerged from. They danced and churned graciously in mid air, brightening the brick walls lightly. To anyone present, one may have noticed specks falling smoothly from the light before being whisked off by a sudden breeze. Lifting them up through the air and over the roof of the building before they were scattered on the chilly wind the Cardiff weather never fails to withhold; glittering as they are blown past the coloured neon lights lining the district and off into the night.
