Problems always seem to recede into the shadows when I take a walk at night. It’s hard to maintain vigilant focus when you’re tucked into all those deep blues, blacks and greens. I can’t feel too bleak when windows and streetlamps splash all that gold light around. If the day favors reality, night leans toward the imagination, mystery and dreams.
(And a smooth, pearly moon is a nice counterpoint to a sandpaper day.)
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