I am not a night owl. most of the time, I am in bed by 10pm. perhaps a persistence fear of the dark and waking up tired has lingered since childhood? or maybe a generations-old Puritanistic sense of responsibility? I don't know, but on the seldom occasions where I do find myself out after dusk, I am amazed. Things which were there during the day are now hidden in shadows, and that which was asleep has come out to play.
you can almost feel that static cling of excitement in the air.
