It's funny... on nights like this, when the rain is cold and miserable, the wind is blowing, rattling branches and disrupting stillness, and the moon casts queer shadows across everything I can see out of my little window I always feel introspective. I can't really explain it. Something about how these nights always look the same no matter the year or the date. In a way, it's peaceful how after all of the good and the bad I can always come back here, to the computer, by my window.
Through friends, lovers, music, experiences, sickness, exhaustion, this little box of peace is always here.
Food for thought, in an odd sort of way.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
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