The Sound of a Thought

Things look so different while driving late in the night when there is snow on the ground. I noticed it when Jen was driving me home yesterday. They look old and romantic, like they were from a hundred years ago. And when the late nights are overcast, light reflects off the snow. When I sit in my room at two and three in the morning on such nights, for some reason it makes me think of the end of the world, or the beginning of the world; in any case, some time other than now. It’s hard to describe, but it’s been that way ever since I was a child.

I love how some things are timeless. I love how I can look at the same constellations as people did thousands of years ago. I love how when I listened to the Aegean sea eight months ago, I was listening to the same sea as Sophocles.