It's Still Night On The Ground
I'm sitting alone in the room staring out the huge window that makes up one of our walls. The view really is magnificent, and when I first moved in I knew that my favorite thing about living in the city was most certainly going to be the night scene. The soft lights and steady, calm bustle of the few remaining cabs and obnoxious college students. I was sure that was my favorite thing.
But I guess I hadn't really stayed up to check out the break of day.
If you look straight out the window, between two other highrise apartment buildings, right along 8th street, our room is high enough to peek over the tiny sliver of green that is Grant Park to a wider chunk of blue that is Lake Michigan.
The lake is grey now, though. And there is no cloud in the sky, except a low hanging, thick, dark cloud that is steadily gliding south. It is just reaching from the horizen over the lake like an overextended wave and the yellow and blue signs of morning are peeking over in an unabtrusive and really rather beautiful manner. The most excellent part is, 8th street and surrounding buildings are still lit for the night. Street lamps still hum orange and a few neighboring windows still mark their place with a little yellow dot. Maybe they just haven't been able to get to sleep either.
The cloud is moving faster, but it does not seem to have an end. More yellow has inched its way over this fluffy curtain of cloud cloud cloud.
I want to watch this with someone. I'm not concerned about the fact that I need to get at least a tiny bit of sleep or that I have a fairly "important" class in a little over an hour. I'm just overwhelmed with the urge to share this with someone else. Someone with whom I can
The cloud is getting higher, and the yellow is growing bolder.
I need to at least nap. I haven't done a thing all night. I wish I could just lay down, tell myself to fall asleep, and then, ideally, fall asleep.
... I miss something. What's that all about? I miss something. Something. Something. I'm tired.
I'm just tired and cannot sleep. Maybe I should at least try.
It's still night on the ground. I guess the streetlamps haven't seen the sun quite yet.
God, I couldn't tell you why, but right now... I'm just so fucking lonely...
But I guess I hadn't really stayed up to check out the break of day.
If you look straight out the window, between two other highrise apartment buildings, right along 8th street, our room is high enough to peek over the tiny sliver of green that is Grant Park to a wider chunk of blue that is Lake Michigan.
The lake is grey now, though. And there is no cloud in the sky, except a low hanging, thick, dark cloud that is steadily gliding south. It is just reaching from the horizen over the lake like an overextended wave and the yellow and blue signs of morning are peeking over in an unabtrusive and really rather beautiful manner. The most excellent part is, 8th street and surrounding buildings are still lit for the night. Street lamps still hum orange and a few neighboring windows still mark their place with a little yellow dot. Maybe they just haven't been able to get to sleep either.
The cloud is moving faster, but it does not seem to have an end. More yellow has inched its way over this fluffy curtain of cloud cloud cloud.
I want to watch this with someone. I'm not concerned about the fact that I need to get at least a tiny bit of sleep or that I have a fairly "important" class in a little over an hour. I'm just overwhelmed with the urge to share this with someone else. Someone with whom I can
The cloud is getting higher, and the yellow is growing bolder.
I need to at least nap. I haven't done a thing all night. I wish I could just lay down, tell myself to fall asleep, and then, ideally, fall asleep.
... I miss something. What's that all about? I miss something. Something. Something. I'm tired.
I'm just tired and cannot sleep. Maybe I should at least try.
It's still night on the ground. I guess the streetlamps haven't seen the sun quite yet.
God, I couldn't tell you why, but right now... I'm just so fucking lonely...
posted by AHaynes at 6:24 AM
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