Tonight was built for sadness

Tonight was built for sadness. It is quiet in my apartment, and outside
the ominous darkness is burdened by humidity, the promise of another rainy
day. I should be lonely, a solitude so profound that there is no room for
the companionship of tears.

I have managed to outsmart the night.

Maybe it’s the pictures on my bulletin board. Or the miniature love
letters kept in a canister above my bed. Or the promise that home is only
days away. Tonight has enveloped me in its sweet embraces. Like a
perpetual hug from across the ocean and the silent reassurances from
friends and family.

There is love even in the most ominous nights.