I walk slowly, feeling more than seeing the other souls that
wake to the moon. We share the protective blanket of the night that will be
torn away when the moon drifts downward, and the shadows hide on the pavement.
Darkness is melting into messy streaks of color. The day is
still dim, disturbed only by voltage, but exposure is imminent. The others will
come soon, and the mystery of the night will be crushed into the hustle of the
I walk faster, seeing more than feeling the souls that wake
to the sun. We share a greeting or a smile, but I know the mysteries of the