“Wishing the world of night would remain, continue, and repeat.
Yes, tomorrow’s can be nice, polite, and momentarily wonderful.
Yet I seek the solitude of the evening that others say has no meaning.
In it for me lies freedom. No random repeats, but beginnings leak rain from clouds smashed by lightning.
In a reprimanding to repair themselves, we rebuild lives we no longer felt possible. Does that redeem those who have torn us apart?”
Angela K. Crandall