The last thing you do, before the whole city sleeps.

Everyone's on their paths, everyday, doing things in life, we do them separately, but somehow, we're still doing the same thing. We do it for our lives. We are all subjected to retiring to our beds, at night. But tonight, I couldn't sleep. I mean, I didn't want to sleep yet, because I was looking out and seeing the lights go off in peoples' apartments. Which got me to thinking.

I called one of my friends. He was still awake, and we just got to talking. We talked for a while, while the rest of the world around me was sleeping.

At that moment. It's like, one of the most secure feelings I ever felt, I felt right before I went to bed, at that moment. It was very late at night, early morning. Everyone was sleeping. I felt like there was nothing more to wait for, you know? If everyone's there already, they're in that place, sleeping, dreamland or whatever. There was no more thinking. There is only one last thing to do. Sleep. Was I ready? Of course.

The only thing that was stopping me, no, it wasn't my friend. The only thing that was stopping me was my silent contemplation on how I was listening to the city, and being the last one to close the door, it felt really good. My friend and I, we were working towards the ending of our day, last of the people to do so. It was quick and silent, and it was secure.

I said on the phone, "We're probably like the last two people up at this time of night."
"Yeah," he replied. "You ready to go to bed?"
"More than I'll ever be," I said.

We both sleep, and the rest of the city sleeps, and in that moment, it's like a sort of crossing the finish line thing. Towards where everyone probably was. It was like, back when everyone was awake, the city was alive, it was bustling, it was not the best time to take a nap, there's so many things to do. Back when everyone hasn't crossed that "finish line", everyone was running about in all different directions, and it's like, you don't know what to do.

But then, they all cross that "finish line" , at night, and you decide to wait. Being the last ones to cross, you look back and it's all quiet, and empty, aside from yourself. What have you got to lose? So you get that feeling, like you know exactly what to do, no more decisions, no more hesitations, nothing left behind. Just a few minutes of contemplation to understand the beauty of the moment.

What's tomorrow at a time like this anyway?

-J