Wednesday, August 31, 2011
I get up around 2 AM every day. I like the quiet of the night, helps me think. Every single time I see the sky start to lighten I get this sinking feeling in my gut, a sadness, a longing, like watching a friend go home. It's not so much the noise and commotion of the day, more about the brightness. The unrelenting sun or maybe the heat. We had one gloomy grey day earlier this week though and I just reveled in it.
This. (May've been posted elsewhere but was sent to me by accomplice)