12 AM, midnight between Thursday and Friday. Almost halfway through May. The glass doors to the balcony are wide open, a fresh and crisp blow of air is coming in the room, the kind that only occurs when it's almost Summer, but not quite yet. It's pitch black outside, just few flickering lights in the far distance. Birds are chirping (at midnight? but their voices sound somewhat tropical). The perfect moment. This, or the one in the picture above! I love midnights... it's easy to get inspired in the dark of night. It's easy to reflect and appreciate. It's easy to look forward. But also be in the moment.