Nights Like this One
We might, on some ordinary day…take for granted how beholden we are to the seasons and the countenance of each day and night. But you can not tell me that you have forgotten, on a night like tonight. When the rain comes down steadily, shining in the dark reflections of the street lamps. Tell me truthfully that you do not sit in the quiet breathing in the scents of spring like your life depends on it. Like your black and white isn’t bubbling up with colors you’d all but forgot