01 September 2009

Begrudingly


Relaxing on the terrace after a surprisingly drama-filled day, I realized the following:

I have long been unfairly prejudiced against city nights. While they are by no means quiet, in the right mood all those cars following through the streets can sound remarkably similar to a tide roaring.

Though the sky is no Milky Way, the moon is there - faithful as always. The stars that do shine through are in a way even more beautiful - determined to pierce the darkness. The glare of the city lights reflected off the bottoms of clouds create a shade of dull red like smoke from a distant fire.

The buildings are not beautiful mountains and trees, but the lights are human and remind me of the reality of our billions of lives rubbing shoulders on this planet - what we share.

Fine. I'll take it.

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