Penny For a Thought

In the streaming dark translucence of the night, people sit and roll against their past selves like waves against the sand, against the grain. Weighing, comparing, calculating, wondering. They press upon their present selves, wondering, calculating, comparing, all with fear of what their future selves may become. And yet, what they get in the light of days to come they sometimes would never expect. The hearts and minds of all, beautifully amorous or with as much ill contempt as may be, they still press on through darkest nights, misty days, and sunny, glorious evenings.