A Night for the Werewolves

Monday, and I had officially ended my second semester at Parsons. I was freakin' exhausted, but I think my body had become so accustomed to staying up until the wee hours of the morning, 1 or 2 o'clock rolled around and it seemed to be no big deal. Since I was still awake, I decided I'd go ahead and stay up for the lunar eclipse on the winter solstice thing, because 400 years is a long time; and even though I still had to intern the next day, I figured what's another hour or two of lost sleep.

So I threw on my coat and a pair of boots to brave the cold and see what deal was. I walked out onto the steps of my apartment, surprised to actually see stars. I guess living in the city you assume you can't see any, so you forget to look up. I stood on my steps, hoping this would happen faster. I looked up and down my street, to check if there was anyone else out to witness this celestial phenomenon. But nope. Just me. Anyways, the moon was only half covered at this point so I retreated back to the apartment and decided I'd check again in a few. One of my room mates asked if there were a lot of people outside watching. I told her there weren't and she called me a nerd (which is mostly true). I went back outside to see if there was any progress. Back to the waiting game. A woman was walking towards me, and I expected her to continue to rush on by. But then she stopped, looked up, and took a few thoughtful steps backwards to get a better view. That makes 2.

Sometimes ya gotta step out of the hustle and bustle of the city and slow down, just a little bit. Otherwise, you'll drive yourself insane.