I love
the four am grayness of the world
when you wake up from a dream
I love
falling asleep
under a blanket of stars
in the still air of the desert
I love
night swimming in smooth waters
and gazing up at a foggy moon
I love
cups of coffee
in the quiet of early morning
I love
used books
with pages loved many times over
I love
the sound of a live guitar
breaking the night silence into pieces
I love
late night conversations
because the best ones always happen after 2am
I love
the world
and all its little, unassuming moments