brooklyn tough || random

ode to the world

I like being outside at night
when everything is dark and quiet and loaded with melancholy.
there's the moon
but he doesn't blind me
so I count his friends and wish him a good night.

I like being outside at daybreak
when the air is still fresh and sharp and new and everything is equally quiet, but in another way.
the sun is just starting to break through
and the sky looks like someone poured cans of colours over it.
I give a nod to the aspiring painter and watch his great finish.