Crashed at Aaron’s last night, and my god how beau­ti­ful the sky was at his place. His unblind­ed win­dows were filled with an intense gra­di­ent, and it real­ly empha­sized the stark naked­ness of the trees that were bare­ly peer­ing above the hori­zon. It was the bright­est night of the win­ter, and the room was filled with orange-pink light. I lay on his couch, wish­ing I could keep my eyes open for just anoth­er sec­ond longer before I suc­cumbed to exhaus­tion.