The beauty of the world comes out at night.
As the sun sets, turning the clouds from white to a blend of golden reds and pinks, the moon begins to peek out the sky.
I can only imagine what its like to live in a big city that is always active at night.
Manhattan, Chicago, Detroit.
Instead, I live in middle of nowhere Romulus.
Stagnant, quiet, and alone.
With only me, the airplanes, trains, and fields to admire.
I wish to stargaze at the sky while admiring the mom.
Or even spend the night exploring the city with friends, the night filled with laughter.
Instead, I live in middle of nowhere Romulus.