I'm out walking the dog, an ordinary night, I flip my hair out of my eyes, and the world appears. I can see the trees on my street, and the long, graceful necks of street lights above, a stray star twinkling faintly whose beams have managed to escape the cage of artificial light surrounding Brooklyn, the slate sidewalk still glistening from the rain earlier today.
God, why can't I see like this all the time, long hair notwithstanding? I catch a momentary glimpse of the world, my world, the one I live and walk in, but then I forget, and I'm missing it all the time.
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