Sparkling on the Cusp and Slow like Molasses

Tonight was one of those nights when everything just fits. The pieces of your life fall into place. Somehow you got so much accomplished during the day and that feeling of absolute accomplishment overwhelms you, then everything has moved into its place and created a night that is full of unlimited possibilities.

It seems as if you could do almost anything, run forever, ride a unicorn, even jump off the Empire State Building and fly! The sky looks as if it was painted, like a vaulted ceiling in a cathedral. The City almost boils over with life. People are alive with anticipation of what the night could bring. Even the City itself seems to be on edge, waiting with baited breath. Sparkling and teetering on the cusp, like a champagne glass on the verge of overflowing.

You walk the streets with a sense of bubbling expectancy waiting for the moment. The moment that is so obviously there waiting on you that you cannot possibly stop roaming until it has happened. The moment that slowly fills you with so much expectation that you dare not even breath. The sidewalk sparkles and the buildings are full with parties. Everyone is ten times more attractive and everyone seems to smile.

When you walk down those sparkling sidewalks towards that moment you cant help but bounce. Bounce along as if your walking on marshmallows. I swear if you were to walk behind me tonight you would have seen glitter and bubbles magically appear and float behind me like a vapor trail. Its nights like these that reinforce this as the City of possibilities. I wish I could wander forever and have these nights never end.

I always feel as if your right around the corner waiting for me and then we'll wander together. Time passes so much more slowly and yet with so much more sweetness. Time slips away with the sugary stickiness of molasses. Each moment as perfect as the last as if Father time himself can't help but want this night last as long as possible. Why is it we can never seem to inhabit these nights together? Is it because they are meant for only one person? Probably. I always feel isolated on nights like this, as if we are alone on islands of blissful perfection. But that solitary feeling isn't weighty like sometimes, it is liberating.