There's something about the thousands of glittering lights, the veil of nighttime that almost makes this place beautiful, especially in the reflection of the water. It makes everything askew, disoriented. There's more truth in a ripple of water than in a clear day. And I found the whole ordeal to be quite wild and a bit unsettling to be completely honest, like a tame horse realizing there was once an opportunity to be unbridled that was somehow missed. Such thoughts haunt me now and then. Especially on cloudy nights when the stars fail to appear. I miss them terribly. But I know in my heart they are still there and, sometimes knowing has to be enough.
