#Inktober Day 11, "Night."
Oh, and there's Night, there's Night, when wind full
of cosmic space
feeds on our faces...
Many a star
was waiting for you to perceive it. Many a wave
would rise in the past towards you; or else, perhaps,
as you went by an open window, a violin
would be utterly giving itself. All of this was
-Rainer Maria Rilke