A T N I G H T. 🌙

          on a cold night, I look out to my window. all I can see is the dark lawn and the yellow street lights, and the blueish tone in the streets and surroundings given by the moonlight. I can hear cars swiftly passing by, and children still playing on the streets when they could be sleeping, and there is me, writing this essay. I should probably be sleeping right now, but the yellow lights on the street and the blue tone of light pulls me in and makes me want to know more, just like a street wanderer, walking around, and seeking to learn more about what the moonlight has to offer.