Mai Joy | Big Deal

I love misty nights like tonight in San Francisco. These warm misty nights when wearing my grey hoodie and galoshes is the most perfect plan ever.

Something about the way the city sounds and looks on nights like these is so comforting. The sound of a car driving by on the damp concrete. Or the way taillights reflect of the ground.

I love the comfort the streetlights have. When their normal harsh glow is muffled by softness. It’s like the whole city is is muffled by softness, and is treating everything, including you, a litte more gently. 

Last night, I was talking to Becky about everything going on and how frustrated I was with myself and the way I was handling everything. After venting, for what I knew was way too long, she didn’t say anything. But when she finally did, she said I need you to be gentle with my friend.

In a weird way, it feels like the the city is doing that for me right now. Because I can’t. It feels like the city is making everything a little less harsh so I can do the same. It feels like the city is trying to quietly sing me to sleep:

Won’t you stop worryin’?                                                                                                                         We were both born broken.                                                                                                                           I’m by your side.