Late at work Hello again. I'm still practicing in English. I think it's good to write down one of the story about my life. About 22:00. The snow falls down and whirl in the dance of wind outside the window. There was cold and dark, only the street lamps dispel the blackness. But here, inside the building, everything was silent, bright and warm. Blinking of the screens of the computers makes you feel like you're in Space Center Mission Control. I'm almost done setting things up and very tired. Suddenly someone knocking the door. Who this can be in that late hour? - Excuse me?.. Ah, it's a just an old night watchman. - I'm sorry, can you wait just another thirty minutes? I'm almost finish this. - Oh, it's alright. Can I ask you for help? - Yeah, sure. What's it? - I wanted check balance on my cell phone, but don't know how. - Alright, let's see... I'm taking that phone and explain everything to the watchman. - Thank you! - watchman leaves me and now I'm alone again. My calculations was wrong - I close office only one hour later. Before that, I shutdown everything and sit at the table taking a rest before trip to the home. In my bag I have flask with tea and some bread crackers. I take it out and ate while listening to the snowstorm knocking to the window. You know, if you have imagination you may name it "Snow Simphony". When I close office and walk down to the exit there was no one at the empty building and my steps echoed very loud in the empty night halls. At the exit I face with my friend who was late too. - Hey, buddy, you're still there? - Yeah. Have some work to do. - Same here. We're go to the cold weather outside and hear click of the front door lock behind - it's a watchman. - See you tomorrow! - Bye! The snow crunched under my feet.