Sunday, April 4, 2010
On nights when you can drive down the express way, and see the sun setting on the city;
When each building reflects the watercolors in the glass, and becomes a potential pillar of fire;
When the concrete is the same temperature as the bottoms of my feet;
When the trees reach up and crack the twilight sky with their branches like lead-based paint;
When I can see the stars --- I am happy.
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