I write a letter to myself thinking most literally in the dark. The cold wind hits my face from one side and lightly wraps around the next as if to grab it intentionally, every few seconds tightening its grip. Soon I will be suffocated by this air.

I look into a sea of streetlights; dully brightening the already dull night (as oxymoronic as it sounds).  This place, at night, is where I find my greatest unnatural peace. Even though soon, daylight will arrive for a second, this time strongly lighting me in the form of a vehicle, slowly carrying my life to my dimly lit cell on my dimly lit street. I find peace there sometimes… and with the help of nature I can soon find peace most anywhere. This is me.