We start life fearing the unknown that is unwillingly hidden away in the black abyss. Sooner or later we’re convinced that nothing could possibly be hidden away in the dark and we dismiss it as we fall asleep. Heads to pillows thinking of missed loved ones or impossible prospects. Still, in the back of the mind the dark displays a kind of curiosity. Anyone that has walked anywhere in the black of night knows exactly the feeling. One foot in front of the other, trying to dismiss the sounds of snapping twigs and kicked rocks. Heightened senses and standing hair, slowly grasping bright images of affection and joy, trying to stiffle the feeling of silent approach.

The dark and light always find a way to blend, creating moments of perfection and sheer beauty. Those that have stood on the top of a dark hill and stared over trees and water, marveling at the lights on the horizon, the stars in the sky, and the streetlights dimmly lighting perphirial vision. In that moment of sheer perfect, its hard to hold back the tears, and if possible staying there forever would be an easy choice. Staying and looking, ignoring the problems, ignoring lost love, just watching the sheer beauty that is there. Taking rocks and throwing them over the horizon all the while wishing it’ll never end. Until friends say “Its getting late, we should go.” and the feeling slowly drifts away.