I went to sleep early Monday night, around 11:30pm. I ended up waking up from dreaming and thinking about some friends, hoping that they were doing well but I couldn’t get back to sleep. So, around 2:00am I decided to go for a walk. I slowly made my way down the road and looked up, realizing that the skies were alive with the northern lights. At first, they seemed dim and I kept walking, still slowly down the road where I lived a year ago. It felt like the further I walked, the more the skies lit up. It’s funny how something as beautiful as the night sky becomes even more spectacular from time to time. Again, I kept walking, watching the sky and realizing that it was the most carefree I’ve been in a long time. It’s been nearly a year since I’ve moved out into a friend’s place. I’m starting to pull myself together, looking forward to things to come and staying optimistic about everything happening. A year goes by pretty quickly and as I strolled down that road with the sky lighting my way in a way I’ve never seen before, I started thinking that it doesn’t matter how far away things seem or how bleak they may be, with time everything falls into place. I began to get closer to home. The darkness of the night started to fade with the blue of the upcoming sunrise and I felt truly happy. It’s something that I never want to let go of. All I know is that the older I get, the shorter distances seem and the more thankful I become for the people in my life.