Every night is a perfect night for a perfect night. If you know what I mean.
If you are not living in your hometown anymore, just like me, there is not many things better to do after evening workshift than having someone born in the city to give you a tour. In the middle of the night. Or at early morning when after hours of walking you still don't feel sleepy enough to go to bed and you just want to keep on going. Not thinking about the past, not thinking about the future. Just you, your mate and your legs.
Sit by the lake at midnight and stare into the nightsky. Look at the stars and try not to think that they're just huge flaming gas balls but something much more.
Go see the sunrise at 4 o'clock, watch the city from a completely different angle and walk to the first opening bakery to get fresh buns and feel the smell of still hot bread on the shelves.
Let yourself drown in the stories you hear about the places you visit, whether they're new or already spotted. Absorb as much as you can as, trust me, everything is important.
Take a walk to the furthest McDonald's just to have a cup of their delicious white coffee, trying to do your best effort not to buy anything sweet and tasty from the eating menu. Repress that need! I know it's hard - been there, done that. :P
Take the long way back home and enjoy every step, even though your legs are probably killing you right now. Laugh hard until you feel your muscles hurt. And smile. Smile as much as you can.
And be grateful. Be grateful for everything people give you. All the good and the shit, the messed up parts and the moments of pure joy and bliss. Everyone has something unique to give to you, whether you want it or not. Take handful of every piece you can. Good can be bad and the other way around, it's only up to you what you do with it.
Thank you, S.R. ♥
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