I love walking in the dead of the night. As a kid, in our neighborhood it was perfectly safe to do so . Now, of course, times have changed. But I still love walking in areas that are well lit, late at night. It is quiet, and I can think.
Walking by the houses, one imagines the stories that they have to tell. The streetlights, the trees, the well tended yards – they are all part of the story.
Past, present, and future become one in the gateway of night. We write, and rewrite, our stories. Choose your ending wisely, my friend!
(c) August 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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