Subnostr

Nowadays if I’m up past 10:30 it’s cause a kid is sick, but I used to love to wander the streets at night and feel the potential energy of the places I spent my days. The one light burning in a window. The schuffle of cats in a tree. The old woman who leaves her radio on all night to fight off the aloneness.

B 5mo ago

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I love walking at night. The quiet stillness masking the undercurrent of life happening all around me.

People asleep in their beds breathing softly and dreaming of alternate realities.

Owls watching and shuffling, preparing for flight in case I startle something edible.

The soft fall of my footsteps, the sound of my breath. The alertness within my body in case of danger, mixed with the sheer joy of solitude under the moon.

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