Apr 18, 2014
The perks of being a night owl? Not many. We do have the luxury of falling asleep to the sounds of rusty trucks churning garbage in their metallic bellies, alongside the sweet narration of birds speaking to the wind. Machine and animal, two complete opposites, working together to create the symphony of life, both instruments ushering in the dawn as it coyly approaches. Coincidentally, the dawn tends to arrive right after we lose our final bout with slumber. The last thought always being: 'I hope (dread) that I get (have) to do it all over again, one more (last) time'.
The words of a realistic optimist