The silence of the night
I love walking at night. There’s something wonderful about cold, wet days that nobody wants to go out on. The days where you can walk by the sea and just hear the crashing waves and distant traffic. I find i think clearer at night. Everything is more hopeful, more reachable and more promising. What is it about daylight that seems to be the ruiner of dreams? Whenever I want to believe it’ll all work out, I just need to survive the day. Then anything is possible.
Also foam that looks like icebergs are sweet.