Monday, December 13, 2010

Nights like this

Quiet winter night, listening to the music of past lives: the F train rumbling underground on its way through Brooklyn; wind shaking the pine boughs in Yosemite; coyotes yip-yapping at the lonesome moon as it rises over Death Valley.

2 comments:

Sarah Thompson said...

You're making me wish I could still stay up late enough to enjoy nights like this.

Tai said...

Sarah, sometimes the music starts as soon as the sun goes down....