Nocturnal Reflection

Floors above. I see me in this nocturnal reflection. The cities bright night lights twinkle beyond the glass.  So benign in the day, but in the evening there I am clear as the image in a mirror.  I think of myself over the years, swiveling on an Aeron chair past the twilight hour, when the window comes alive. Watching myself age in that reflection, it is not enough.