On The Road With Al & Ivy: A Literary Homeless Chronicle - Jan 20th
"The mind is it's own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven." - Milton (Paradise Lost) "I live all the daytime In faith and in might: In holy rapture I die every night." - Novalis (Hymns To The Night) Most people rarely see the night...in fact, if you you see it, it really isn't night...probably the false dawn of distant city lights or the poetic pale glow of moonlight. Real night is pitch black, as in can't see your nose pitch black...most people have seen night in some form during a power failure...building or house going dark, street disappearing, something like that. In a power failure, how dark it gets depends on where you are. In a small town, everything disappears as there's no other section of town that might be unaffected and give off a glow...the worst is in a storm; you leave a coffee house with it's emergency lights on, thankful that somebody in government could have cared less about the business world...