how_many_lights_do_you_see ilovepatsajak we sat outside where there were less of the same faces so we could still listen to our little redemption boy strummin. there was a moment with my head on the glass table that i wanted to stay there all night and sing bright eyes. i just felt peaceful despite the dirty looks from the red haired miss misery drinking her black coffee. the lamp posts going up the path from mocha alley reminded us of someplace beautiful. so there we were just hanging out with the cold breeze. these are times when i know we both feel the same beauty and want to dance with it, but instead we sit back and watch. there is one that gets left on all night. 020512 what's it to you? who go blather from