Little Spark

I don't know what it is about after the sun goes down that makes me feel some type of way.

I've always been the girl who is wide awake, after hours. Can't sleep at night but day dream all day type of thing. Moving to a city that never, hardly-ever, sleeps has probably been both good and bad for me. I like the idea of life constantly in motion, so inherently I can never turn down a nightcap with some friends or a late night anything with a beaux.

In college, a professor that really pushed my writing to it's limits, challenged me to show her my 3am through storytelling. I've always loved that idea. That no matter who you are, if you're living in Brooklyn like me, or the burbs, like the old me. If you're young and restless or growing old, still restless but more wise. If you've had a heartbreak that's left you crying on your stoop or have known what it's felt like to fall - more like dive, head first - into love. Seen the sunrise along the coast or live in a city filled with lights too bright to even see the stars. If you wake up in the middle of the night to make to-do lists, write in a journal, go for a run, or have a snack. Maybe you lay awake and think about how lucky you are to be sleeping next to someone who actually wants to be your big spoon. Or, maybe you're sleeping alone and scrolling through Instagram, Tinder, other late-night unmentionables.

We all have the 3am, inside us.

The still moments, the 'I can't sleep, I need a little more love moments.

Sometimes, even if you're in a city that never sleeps and hardly bats a lash to your problems, it's nice to remember that

someone, somewhere is awake too.