I was never the kid who had these kinds of friends, but once and only once me and some of the guys from HS went up the mountain overlooking the city during the night of a big windstorm. Nobody else was out. All the businesses were closed, and the sky, the wind, it was haunting and strange. We looked out over the city, silent, quiet, and alive with lights. Listening as the wind roared in our ears as it danced across a cloudless sky. This calls me back to that night. When the wind was so strong you had to fight against it. When everything was so loud- roaring with fury- and yet silent. When the city grew still even as it sparkled. A past that we can never go back to. A future we could never dream of. The cosmos. Infinite and bright.
When I was a young man there was a country road we would go down, open fields as far as you could see with the glow from town on the horizon…we would pull off, and lay in the road(yeah I know but we were young, dumb and indestructible right?) and just watch the stars…sometimes I know that those nights were so much more important than we could have ever imagined them to be…that life is gone now
I recalled my young years, when I was in my 20s. Everything was so simple for me at that time. I wish I could feel the infinity of time again. PS Тачка отпад.
