It's amazing what can be done at 3am
Saturday was a brilliant day-- I felt happy in everything I did that day and night.
City Lights
Walking down the streets we both love so much under the scaffolds and over the brick sidewalks while leaving a trail of peals the color of the sun shining on a clear winter day.
City noises surrounded us while I munched on my affordable dinner from Joe's up the street.
We were strolling past strangers that we'll never meet yet making eye contact none the less for the sake of being nice.
We light up a smoke to sooth the cold and in time losing feeling in our fingertips.
We didn't seem to mind.
I could have been blushing from comments I generally make, the truth was... the cold had been hitting my face for much to long.
Back to where we started, another smoke was in line.
I agreed.
When you're happy the cold is a minor set back.
Cars passing in front of us and street lights flickering above were perhaps my reasons for staying outside.
Then again maybe it was the bricks protruding from the wall that were a makeshift seat or the holiday decorations that lined the streets.
Whatever the reasons happiness was what I was living for.
I think you'd agree.
The oceans winter breeze was bitter on our skin and rocks cold beneath us.
We hid behind a rock staring at the wonders that lied before us wondering.
Just wondering.
And realizing our problems were small after all.
I could feel the body heat from you leg that was pressed against mine and the chill of the dark on the other side.
Sounds of waves and boats in the distance made the cold seem so far away.
Before we knew it our legs had gone numb.
Yet our mouths were drenched with words wanting to surface.
Sparkles in the sky were falling here and there just asking for a wish of something more.
Something called happiness.
I think you'd agree.
We were cruising and breaking darkness with our presence.
I could feel you watching me but as I looked over your eyes had been close.
Perhaps you were dreaming of city noises or the stars falling.
Whatever it was, I'd call it happiness.
I could read it on your face and in the way your eyes rested.
I sat back in my seat to consume all that around with a small smile on my face.
One could call it happiness,
I think we'd both agree.
--E. Grover
Goodnight Folks (or morning)
City Lights
Walking down the streets we both love so much under the scaffolds and over the brick sidewalks while leaving a trail of peals the color of the sun shining on a clear winter day.
City noises surrounded us while I munched on my affordable dinner from Joe's up the street.
We were strolling past strangers that we'll never meet yet making eye contact none the less for the sake of being nice.
We light up a smoke to sooth the cold and in time losing feeling in our fingertips.
We didn't seem to mind.
I could have been blushing from comments I generally make, the truth was... the cold had been hitting my face for much to long.
Back to where we started, another smoke was in line.
I agreed.
When you're happy the cold is a minor set back.
Cars passing in front of us and street lights flickering above were perhaps my reasons for staying outside.
Then again maybe it was the bricks protruding from the wall that were a makeshift seat or the holiday decorations that lined the streets.
Whatever the reasons happiness was what I was living for.
I think you'd agree.
The oceans winter breeze was bitter on our skin and rocks cold beneath us.
We hid behind a rock staring at the wonders that lied before us wondering.
Just wondering.
And realizing our problems were small after all.
I could feel the body heat from you leg that was pressed against mine and the chill of the dark on the other side.
Sounds of waves and boats in the distance made the cold seem so far away.
Before we knew it our legs had gone numb.
Yet our mouths were drenched with words wanting to surface.
Sparkles in the sky were falling here and there just asking for a wish of something more.
Something called happiness.
I think you'd agree.
We were cruising and breaking darkness with our presence.
I could feel you watching me but as I looked over your eyes had been close.
Perhaps you were dreaming of city noises or the stars falling.
Whatever it was, I'd call it happiness.
I could read it on your face and in the way your eyes rested.
I sat back in my seat to consume all that around with a small smile on my face.
One could call it happiness,
I think we'd both agree.
--E. Grover
Goodnight Folks (or morning)