Untitled Story To Be Edited And Perhaps Finished Later (is this a title?)

The moon shone on the sidewalk. An interesting phenomenon common in the urban landscape, the tacit beams of reflected light struck the stained cement making it glow eerily against the dark green of surrounding grass. The sidewalk moved slowly under his feet. His unhurried gait was a strange juxtaposition against the many tasks he had left. And it was already 1130 pm. Work, Reading, Emotional Wounds to lick clean and apply the salve of nights rest to.
His head drew back lazily. Now instead of the jagged cement, the breadth of heaven, or what of it he could see through the light of the city and the buildings around him, filled his gaze. The tempo of his footsteps slowed to a crawl. He wanted to stop. To lay down on the cool of the cement, stretch his arms out. Fingertips scratching at the walk, he could just rest in nothingness, there in the night.
He chuckled lightly, outloud, but noone was around to hear. What a strange thing to think he thought. But Deep down inside, his heart longed for that rest. He resumed his previous pace, eyes again looking ahead, but if someone had been there to see him, they might of said that his eyes looked more tired and drained.