there once lived an old man in the country side,
who sat out on his porch for an hour every night at 11:00pm,
One day,
I went over to his house to ask him how he’s doing and ask him why he sits out here at the same time every night,
when I asked..he replied,
“There is a small beautiful joy in 11:59pm.... it helps me appreciate living through the day and living to see tomorrow”,
I paid no attention and kept it moving,
One night,
very chilly with clear skies,
the old man didn’t return from the hospital,
and that night the moon shined a lot brighter than usual,
I sat out on my porch that night looking over to his......,
realizing how much I missed seeing that old man,
......since it started getting late,
I got up and began to walk in the house,
...but suddenly I heard a creak that sounded like a wooden chair,
It was the old mans chair that started rocking back and forth like someone had just gotten up,
I then looked at the time and realized...,
That was the day I started appreciating,
11:59.