Just a minute....
There are mysteries that add the rhythms to life, set the stars on the tree branches, scent the air with change. Whispers come in the evening and wake with the dawn. Just as a child hunting fireflies on a July evening so too do we as grownups search the dark. I love to walk at night. The town is quiet and the streets are mine. Right here right now in my quasi-retirement I am taking back the night. The absolute joy of not having a job has given me back the night.