Goodnight

Here is a portion of Wallace's description of the city at night, as I get ready to read before going to sleep (I could not resist posting this and I have a pretty good picture from my Blackberry to go with it - well maybe not quite dark enough for night but it projects a getting dark sort of mood).

"Planes' little crucifi of landing lights well ahead of their own noise. Crows in trees. You got your standard crepuscular rustles. Ground floors' lit windows laying little rugs of light out into their lawns. Porch lights that go on automatically when you stroll by. A threnody of sirens somewhere north of the Charles. Bare trees creaking in the wind."