November 21, 2012

Some nights I fight off sleep as though I were frightened by it. Sometimes I fight off sleep because the world as seen through my window is too beautiful to shut out. Tonight is a bit of both; I am intensely aware of my mortality. I have so much yet to do, and I will do it, so much to see, and will see it, so much to say, and will say it. There is half a moon in the sky to my right, and the long reflections of red, green, and white lights on the calm water of the river. Cities in the distance are wearing their diamonds. The world as seen through my window is too beautiful to shut out.