Just a random, sleep-deprived reflection
It is almost 5 in the morning, and I am still up. Granted, I would never allow myself to stay up this late when school's in session, but still, it's late even when that is not the case. See, here in New England, nights are rarely black in the winter. I never really realized this until earlier this blustery season--and I have found myself up at all hours of the night, watching the sky from my second floor window while laying in bed. Right now, the sky is clouded over with a beautiful magenta hue. The crooked branches of the trees outside my window look almost violet against the sky, softening their usually harsh connotation as they invade the atmosphere. Gnarled trunks and jagged thongs are perceivably straighter and smoother in this two dimensional portrait outside the ice-like glass.
It is just so beautiful that my sleepless ramblings are no where near adequate to describe the scene.
It is just so beautiful that my sleepless ramblings are no where near adequate to describe the scene.