Sublime
I just went outside to smoke a cigarette after a few hours of reading. My pacing brought me off of my porch and into my front yard, as it occasionally does. The moon that I had seen earlier in the night decided to run off and hide. It did not leave a pitch black canopy as I expected it to. Instead, it seemed as if the night's sky was glowing in a deep blue that I've never noticed before. I listened to the hum of the slumbering city. The city I have lived in all my life. My city.
God, it is good to be alive.
God, it is good to be alive.