I just walked outside, 3am local my time, how many times, more of this, do I have, and it hit me, the unique scene pasted over this same scene, how different every day is, and the same, but sometimes, like tonight, we are thrown a curve, a swerve, nothing so different that we panic, but yet so different we take immediate notice, so tonight was that, just now, a fog descended, a fog I say which is a rare thing in these parts, it makes lights resemble spotlights to handle the on stage talent, but nothing is there, just perfect lines, angles demarked, perfect cones strobing down from the street lights, closer lights are just as bright but do not have boundaries like those down the street, holstering their own fiefdoms, it is amazing to witness, and this is usually among us, by moonlight or streetlight, take a pause, for the miracles among us, like the universal cartographer is asking us to pay attention.