It amazes me to think that the stars and the sky go on forever. I can't picture anything that has no end. Seems to me there's got to be an edge somewhere.

There were no sounds tonight. Only the whistle of the wind coming through the alleys. There's something lonely about October with the summer sounds all gone and the cold winter ahead.

I looked at the other squares of yellow that climbed like ladders up the sides of the building. I thought about the people inside, those who are still there. Then I thought about all those who were gone and the others who have come to take their places.

On summer nights when the windows are open, you can listen in on people's lives—babies crying, kids laughing, radios blaring, mothers yelling, couples fighting. Funny thing is, the sounds are always the same. Even though different people come and go, the sounds stay the same. I like that. It makes me feel a part of something big, something never ending, like the stars.

Funny thing is, the sounds are always the same. Even though different people come and go, the sounds stay the same.