Down from my window  

Thousands of lights, lives 

Alone before sleep 

Remembering nights alone in my apartment looking out over the city. Not an elegant view, but I y think Kerouac should’ve been comfortable. 

Visions of Winter

These brightened hillsides
The darkness lightened by grace
Firs shrug off the weight

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