And I mean that quite literally.
The building across NU107 is but a fraction of 100% complete. But already I can tell, once it gets to just half-done, it’ll alter my visible skyline drastically. Rather, it’ll obscure the part of the view that matters.
I’ll no longer be able to stare at the moon when I step out for cigarette breaks during late-night Rockathons.
Who knew staring at a (sometimes) circular ball of recycled light could bring such peace, the simplest form of bliss in its often unappreciated beauty? And who knew I would miss it?
It was nice not having to stare at dark windows, empty rooms and concrete for the past year. I dread the day — the night — that that prospect turns into reality.
I will miss the moon, the man they say is on it, and the wordless conversations between puffs.
It may not be the same, but I’ll find us a place somewhere else.