Starry Night

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.

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