Piazza after dark

I've been working in Taguig for almost a year. But it was only yesterday, as I walked to the piazza, when I really saw how beautiful Mckinley is. The cool breeze was an added treat, and the drizzle from the fountain brought me back to life. Things may not always be how I want them to be, but there's a whole world outside every corner of depression, want, frustration, and worthlessness. And I should always remember that a star's brightness can only be seen when it's dark. And after the darkest hour of the night, morning comes. :)