the soft inky darkness surrounds me...
I mount my bike and the memory of a thousand night's journeys awakens in my body
air on the cusp of cool, whips past,
plunging in to the deeper dark of the park.
the night is full of imagination here,
and memories...
words spoken aloud under a moonlit summer sky,
imagination needs tempering in this singular moment.
interlude interrupts the darkness
and back, amongst the evergreens
they are filming.
Brightness washes away the memories and a surreal reality takes center stage.
reality...
an unusual emptiness in this city,
in this space in time.
raised higher in this urban nature.
the smell of wet asphalt rises up,
golden squares shine out at me.
Others, night owls, as I once was.
Now, I am nocturnal.
I exhale and mingle my breath with the scent of sprinklers...
apartments rise up like architectural drawings
and then disappear.
Draw in the elements of the night...it is made of magic.
