The soft wash of cars driving over pavement is the river of a city, and as I lay awake it comforts me. The buildings rising improbably against the night are the tall forests of our city, and they surround us like a canopy. The lights strung and dotted in the darkness are the beating souls of a city, and their endlessness is also comforting. I may not know you but I see your light. And they may not know it yet, but together, this a different form of being.