I’d also walk around lake Eola when I was sad and looked up at the city lights much like you did. I often thought of them also like stars in a galaxy.

It oddly helpful in times of stress to feel small in an infinite world. You’d think it would make it worse.

But it’s like “I bet dozens of those people are sitting on the edge of their bed sobbing and hopeless. They’ll be okay, so will you, so will I. The world spins on.

You couldn’t stop time from healing your wounds even if you wanted to. All things pass like lights going on in off nightly in those towers.