night

another late night in new england, but this photo is from seoul, so whatever that means. my views on the solitude, loneliness and epic nature of night, of late night, are not earth-shattering in any way, but i do feel a special happiness in the early hours. there is something about the quiet at this time that envelops you and holds you, when you are alone. it also seems to amplify most emotions. a mid-summer kiss at 2am in a vacant city street seems to have more significance than one walking out the door to work. words written seem to have more meaning, i imagine always being spoken in a whisper, i love you, i think about you constantly, can you get me a glass of water? there are times, when going to sleep is almost cruel, unless you can dream of the comfort of a darkened room, and love, late at night. ok.