Amidst the helter skelter and such so inherent of these several days known as "finals week," it's nice to find a certain peace. Retreating to my vehicle, nature reminded me she's still there. How often do we forget? Trembling from lack of much lacking restorative sleep and wanting little more than to stop the leakage of precious heat from my body, I reclined in my seat and hastily turned up the heater, which waited for the engine to spool up some extra heat. Upon arrival to my residence I was slightly shocked to see another soul braving nature's chills. The condition of the weather wasn't nearly as puzzling to me as the time, more than a while before sunrise. Though caught off guard by the stranger, it seemed comforting to know of a soul in the world... awake... and yet not worried about a coming examination. The moon brought the streets to life, brighter it seemed than most of the amber lights that lined the roads. A break in the fog, a gap in the mist, and the early morning was lit by the almost blue moon. Good night world. I haven't forgotten you.

Did I get the meaning?