Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Night Air

The night air is terribly refreshing and, best of all, it doesn't stink of the endless odor of cars and buses and idiotic construction along the road because not a lot of people want to drive peering around into the sinister darkness for Costco or PCC or Whole Foods or wherever they want to go, plus most pedestrians of daylight are already snoozing, reading, or torturing a nearby poodle.

I stuck my head out the window (literally speaking, I stuck my nose onto the screen) and took a deep breath of the night air. I like looking out on our serene backyard, without the wild shrieks of K and the sarcastic voice of A and the laughs of J ringing in my ears. The old maple does look somewhat more like a huge body rising out from a bog at night, yes, I admit, and the shed looks more like some kind of horrible house of doom instead of a moldy shed, but the air is still really refreshing. To my face at least.

My feet are still sore.



  1. I am going to say this once. (And a hundred times more.)

    If you are really eight - Amazing!

  2. Hi! I really like your discription and perspective of night. It reminded me of when I was about 4 and I was being naughty at dinner so dad put me outside. I sat on the doorstep, staring out into the dark. My mind created a whole host of wierd creatures, including stampeding elephants in my driveway.