There is a hill in a park, one across a diner lit when dark.

When you go, you go during reckless hours when there is no one except you and the man on the moon. You ride the swings and imagine the rough of the rust of the trains passing your eyes. You jump off the swing, embracing the brisk wind seeping into your skin. You run up the hill. Here, it is true that there is gold in your blood and stardust in your body. Here, you are grounded in a constantly moving world. Once submitted, you sit. You close your eyes. You listen to the buzz of life around you; the faint rustle of leaves, rumble of trains on tracks, airplanes’ engines, and wheels burning rubber on worn roads. You look above in awe of the stars in the sky. Each star greets another as a part of a constellation twisting tales.

They, like you, are awake in the dark.

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