I love traveling at night.. Watching lights in the distance like stars in the sky. It has its own beauty compared to traveling in the day. Something so cathartic about staring into nothingness and occasional night lights. The sky is never pitch black, it has this gray purplish hue, sometimes taken over by pink at the horizon.
Right now I see thunderstorm In the distance as sky lits up in white with every strike of lightning. And the summer air grazes my cheeks and the wind dances with my hair.
Something so poetically beautiful about the night.… I sigh watching the infinite vastness of the sky.
Night has something to say.. So I listen carefully to its silence, the message it’s trying to convey.
I rest my head on the side of the window…watch the road pass by…with it minutes, hours and…my life.