I know that tomorrow

I will be too tired to bear.

But where I am right now,

content in my own mind,

Why would I want to leave that?

.

Two o'clock in the morning and

the snow reflects the quiet of the city;

even the street lights look softer.

If this city is alive,

surely it is sleeping now.

And I can't look away.

.

My body sags

and my pillow calls inviting.

But my mind does not wish to

leave this place so quickly.

Distant echoes are no longer

mere background noise.

.

Where is that one car going?

How far distant is the street that it's on?

Such small pipe sounds -

simple running water turns to

Streams and waterfalls and

pouring rain.

Are there train tracks near here?

Because I can hear the train.

.

In the morning I will wish

that I were here again.

I will struggle through the day.

But is it not all worth it -

to experience the peace

of being surrounded by

this city's life

all tucked away in sleep?