ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet

it's beautiful out here.
i believe sometimes more beautiful than the sunshine,
because it's calm, and perfect.
the sunshines beautiful too, but it's not crisp.
this is crisp. like crunchy leaves on not so sunny days.
and all i had to do was raise my head a little higher to see the best part.
laddles in the sky, it was meant to be.
along with the stray ones where i'm not sure if they belong.
i wonder if they know.
maybe thats more awe-worthy than the ones that make things.
my favourite part, though, is the taste of a big breathe.
how it feels like that could be the cure to all the pain that came with the heat of the sun.
how it feels like hope.