Beautiful night tonight. I love the night. Dusk is my favourite time of day, always has been. Sounds travel further, everything looks clearer in the almost-night.
It reminds me of when I was younger, when I had fewer things to trouble me but was somehow always more troubled than I am now. Back at my parent's house lying in the street at night after slipping out my window. Gazing up at the stars. Counting the planes. Wondering where they were going and thinking about how I wished I was on them.
It reminds me of standing on my balcony, leaning on the railing thinking about nothing. Listening to the distant sounds and beat of New Orleans with the street light buzzing beside me and the rats running back and forth on the wires.
It's a beautiful night for feeling lonely.