Late nights make the days blur by.
It's a long commute.
Not just here...
but also to HERE.
At some points during the day I find myself far far away.
Thinking about the future.
Thinking about the past. Thinking about the in between.
What ifs.
What could bes.
What adventures the day will bring.
What adventures will continue through the sunset.
There's something magical about driving past the city skyline.
Without fail, no matter how tiring my day has been, there is an immediate smile.
By the time I get home tonight, the sun will have already set.
I wonder if there will be a haze above the city or just clear stark blackness littered with blinking lights.
I wonder if I will immediately walk up the stairs past the temptation of good friends and near misses or if I will soak myself in libation and prose as many a night hath occurred.
Two more hours to go.
I can't wait to see you my dear city skyline.