• As the day ends life seems darker. I wander those lonely streets with my jacket draped over my shoulders. Upon climbing the grassy hill I sit down and stare at the clouded sky. And as if by the grace of god, a piller of light descended on this lowly one. As I gazed with sorrowful eyes I was in awe as if the this pale mistress of the night. Her cold embrace warmed my frozen heart. Such bliss