New Beginnings

I know it's weird...

Every day, if you think about it, there are lives, relationships, thoughts, tinkerings that are beginning and ending, which as thoughts go is a pretty impressive concept.

But when those starts and stops come your way, the feeling after the day is done is almost indescribable.

To walk in an empty parking lot late at night without sound and look up into the sky. That familiar sky with dots of light glancing your way.

Does this mean anything: begins is spelled beings when one has begun.

Anyway, it's late. Maybe I'll make more sense when I've had more sleep.