Night Time Ramblings

It's night time here in the islands. I am not far from the ocean so I can smell the sea. The night here is calm, there is a slight breeze and the skies are clear. I love nights here in Okinawa. I love looking at the stars and the moon, and just feeling how vast and huge the universe is. And it's amazing to think that I have a place in this mixed up world...and for some reason it all becomes clearer during the night. But, I have spent so many of them here that it was difficult when I was away. So I guess I am making up for lost time.

I guess what I am doing is just letting what I think and feel come out in digital form. I seem to become very literary during the night and I just want to write what I am feeling. Its so peaceful right now. There is no hustle and bustle of people going to work or worrying about tomorrow or money or anything. Night is our peace, night is our time to rest, to download what we have overloaded into our brains. I think that is what I like most about nights...how quiet it is...a lone dog barks on our street and his bark echos in the silvery stillness. A solitary tree sways in the wind, rustling its leaves in a whisper amongst the building that tower over it and try to crowd it out...but they never will. Our clock chimes the time in a meloncholy way, almost asking why i I am up at such a late hour. Soft lights from lamps and houses pinprick the darkness of my little street and I can not help but wonder why anyone was ever afraid of this darkness. When I think of the nightime I like to think of it as a velvet cloak...soft and still. All consuming, but in a protective good way. Its another reason why I have come to realish it.

In the end I have to come back to reality. Tomorrow is another day. People will be waking soon. The sun will eventually rise and we will have to go back to the never ending chase to catch our own tails. But in the back of my mind there comes that velvet cloak and the memory that night will come again and the world will evntually rest and I will have another opprotunity to sit here by this window and look out at the moon over a shimmering sea, feel the cool breeze catch my face and smell the sea. It is those moments that make us realize that there is something beyound us. That there must be more to this world. Something so beautiful can't be an accident.

But I wish you a good night, dear reader. Good night and sweet dreams. May you live for those beautiful accidents...

-Drew Mierzejewski