Just this evening I set out with the dog, down toward the creek in the dark. It was almost nine, but already quiet, like midnight, not a sound, but the air was sultry the way it is all summer, filled with the dense smells of wisteria and jasmine, the canopies of the giant oaks leaning over the street in a touchingly protective way.
Earlier in the evening I could hardly imagine getting myself out the door.
Remember years ago when I worked the overnight shift at Kerbey Lane? I'd get the kids to bed and the babysitter would come, then I would be flying down the deserted boulevard on my bike with the crickets chirping and the wind howling. I never wanted to arrive, but just to keep riding all night. What a thought: hiring a babysitter so I could ride my bicycle all night.
Some day, I assure you, we will do that.
