Night Walk

I walk at night. I enjoy it. It's really the only time I get to think, to be alone with my thoughts. Sometimes I get inspired to write something, sometimes I get inspired to do something, most times I get cold and have to pee. Sometimes I stand on the side of some random house and stare at the upstairs windows for 15 to 20 minutes hoping someone inside, a child awakening from a dream or a mom or dad just having trouble drifting off might glance out the window and spy the dark figure staring back at them. With any luck they'd be ruined for life, never able to sleep with the blinds open, never finding peace knowing that sometimes there are monsters outside.

Tonight I saw something beautiful. The sky was split in half. On one side a solid, white cloud ruled while on the other was nothing but a clear dark blue ocean. And right above me was where the blue met the white and it ran to the horizon. Some of the clouds, like clawed fingers reached into the blue, but alas, the blue was winning, pushing the clouds further away. And as the clouds retreated, stars appeared from beneath. It reminded me of a beautiful women slowly lowering her blouse to expose her breasts.

I wonder how many people were awake and looking at the sky at the same time I was. I wonder out of those that were, how many of them appreciated it and thought it was beautiful.