Magic around

When the shops lining the streets are shelters for the rain
And trickles of cold water slowly slip down on the glass as tears in the dark
And the night is lulled by the murmur of distant traffic
And air smells of ozone, and the elegant red haired lady suddenly turns and meet your eyes
And each one stares the other silently as the gaze gets deeper and addictive 
And those eyes glitter as diamonds
And both hint a smile and the world fades away
Then there is magic around.

(* Two photographs overlapped - waiting for the final one)