I pull back the curtains and I see that it had rained. The wet pavement glisten under the street lights. Water cascades in front of the headlights as cars sped down the street.
I watch the world outside from the darkness of my living room window. It is a peaceful interlude. The harshness and sharpness of the day are gone, replaced by the soft tranquility of the night. In this moment, I can feel the world breathing as one.
I can see only as far as the night allows me. No use in trying to pierce beyond the darkness even if I can see the man in the moon. It would be just as silly as trying to see into the future. And yet, we try to do that all the time, don’t we? Well, no more of that for me! I will try no more to go beyond the light nor worry into the future. That is, until the next time when I have forgotten my words.