The day is winding down. This dishes are done. Last load of laundry on the line. The windows are open to recieve the cool (finally!) night breeze. I am reminded again of one of my 'dangerous' delights... my confession: I love walking at night. Mind you, I rarely do anymore. Call it motherhood, or a protective husband... but it's rare, and I miss it. I just love how dark and still the night air is. I love how quiet and deserted the sidewalks are. Sure, I live in the city, but the night helps blanket everything and everyone into stillness.
I used to work late nights at a youth drop-in. I would get to walk (or bike) home around midnight. This was probably quite arrogant.stupid.reckless of me I know - and I would say that to any other female going home alone at that time - as my friends and family often said to me. I guess I naively assumed that anyone who would attempt to 'jump' me would be someone I know from the drop-in centre... haha. Anyways, I must confess.. I still miss night walking.
These cool quiet nights keep calling me out to them.... but I think I'd rather tuck in here with my husband.