Monday, May 14, 2007

Ain't it Just Like the Night

I'm working more and more nights and remembering the freedom, silence, and solitude of being nocturnal. No thoughts are as poignant as the ones at four am.

The city is a different animal at night. The streets are a jungle, the common people begin to prowl. From rooftops the skyline, the horizon, everything is clear. The quiet movement of the wind interrupted by a single car at intervals. What more does anyone need to be inspired?

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