Mom Driving, Dad yawning, brother humming. But a pleasant one as he watches the changing streets around him and observes things through his sweet, child's eyes. Now come the dozing skyscrapers. Boxes of yellow light and mute machines. Down a quiet street, a darker street, where an old man with a blank face leans in a doorway, not going in, not going out.
Rain weeps at the window.
Maybe that's okay when the place we're striving for is that gentle one before sleep. Midnight in the Mountains takes a different approach. Here our young protagonist is too full of her vacation in the mountains to even consider sleep. So quiet, I hear the hush of falling snow. Mom and Dad are asleep.