the-opposite-of-loneliness

We're so young. We can't, we MUST not loose this sense of possibility because in the end, it's all we have.

It was quiet, the old wood creaking and the snow barely visible outside the stained glass. And I sat down. And I looked up. At this giant room I was in. At this place where thousands of people had sat before me. And alone, at night, in the middle of a New Haven storm, I felt so remarkably, unbelievably safe.