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.
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I love walking in the bush back to camp in the pitch black during hunting season. The forest at night is still alive. The stars still hang in the same constellations they did when I looked at them 45+ years ago, tromping through the bush with my Dad. Orion. Cassiopeia. Ursa Major. Polaris. We were fortunate to grow up in an area with no predators. Now in our new area have to I give it some thought. Kind of heightens the experience. But I am always grateful that I was made comfortable in the woods at night from the time I could run. Own the night 👊🏽
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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.
***sigh*** thank you for reminding me 🫂