The town is quiet now. Only a few windows are flushed with lights through their curtains; not his. Camouflaged in the dark shadowed still night he remains. Thoughts race through him like a lightning strike, leaving only an imprint for a few seconds…then it’s gone. Absolute silence remains but he is still lost within the crowding of unimaginable ideas, unbearable emotions, and intangible pain. It is late and his body succumbs to exhaustion, but the mind has just awakened. The appropriate words can’t seem to find its matching feeling or thought as he tries to make sense of this sleepless night. His view out the window reveals calmness and peace, yet the world still trembles in despair and death. The snow on the ground slowly melts away as the temperature creeps above zero, perhaps his soul dissipates with it. City lights flicker from a distance, the life he wants to live lives in some other; maybe not. Maybe the City and the life are just not ready for him. Discontentment grounds him, and leaves him seeking for more, for better, for higher. It has been said time and again, all the things that were, was once now…and all the things that are now, shall pass…and all the things that are to be, shall make its way to today. That change is constant and that this, whatever it may be, too shall pass. Joy, happiness, sadness, despair, sorrow, pain, unwell-being, hurt, grief, excitement, shall pass on to the next then on to the next beyond it. The only universal advice that one can receive is the one that needs none. The involuntary things keep breathing, the heart beating, and just keep living.