Ink black night fades into a gray-purple as the light from the houses still awake floods up into the night. I sit and begin to imagine what lives are happening beneath each of those lights. Is one a mother rocking her crying child back to sleep? Is one a couple whose built up tensions have spilled into a late night argument? Is one a man whose feet and back ache as he stumbles in from a full days work? Is one a group of girls just coming home from a night out celebrating nothing and everything all at once? What endless possibilities there could be underneath the purple glow. And how many of them are just like me? Whose minds is full of endless imaginings keeping them from sleep.
~l m d