It's an unseasonably warm November night, and with my windows open I can hear music and loud conversation from several nearby apartments. It will quiet down in about an hour or so.
Some people don't like living in noisy places, but I'm not one of them. I love the activity of the city, the variety, the people that stand in the middle of the street in the middle of election night yelling and dancing.
It's funny because I also love the quiet. I laying in the middle of a field and staring that the millions of stars. I love listening to the rain on my tent or being woken up by birds singing.
God's beauty is evident in both, I think; He's in the crazy city nights as well as in the tranquil wilderness ones.
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