We see what we have been trained to look for. Look! Twilight falls like pale blue chalk.

Carpe noctem. Seize the night.

Across the street, across the sea. It’s key to have something to look forward to. Tonight,

when it’s 11:11, look at the clock and make a wish.

After it rises, the moon becomes a medal: a prize we receive for completing the day. But

only silver. We can always do better.
—Kathleen Rooney

Parading