It is light out and as I walk home in the morning light I love everyone. This child's swing clanging against my thigh. My stomach sick. It is 4:30am and I have drunk too much for a baby but not enough for a sunrise. but enough to get me home with a new friend named William from Sudan who Thinks I am beautiful. Because look at me, I am god damned beautiful. and  a sour taste in my mouth and a the knowledge that we all love each other and the ponds will warm.