This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Mercer chapter.
Alone at night, but never lonely, no. At ease with yourself and your life for a fleeting glimpse, here, at least. In this tranquil state, free of wearisome burdens and mundane tasks, you become one with the moment, letting the music flow pensively through your pounding skull and all your aching hollows, dissolving into the dark chill, melding into the brooding night.