night

I've seen five a.m. and four, and three. I've always been in love with the night. Darkness wrapping it's fingertips around my bare wrists. Breezes through the window breathing down my neck. Falling stars and rising storms, all together in this brilliant time.

I've watched the sun rise and set, over and over, and I wonder if it ever gets tired of doing the same thing. Perhaps one day the sun wont rise, and we'll be left in an everlasting night. Of course this will be when the world is so polluted that it will stay 80 degrees despite the lack of light.

We'll all fall in love with the night, the dark. Creating memories that will hang in the atmosphere, waiting to be picked like ripe crimson apples. Memories recreated many times till they fall apart like burnt parchment.

This will be a beautiful time, when day is gone, and we're all smitten with the night.