The late night walk was all about light. The day was dying so we lit ourselves...starboard shines green, but our jogger's light is blue (it can also flash fast or slow - though that is too much on a night when I am worn from a busy week and my head wants to ache). Port pocket was glowing red...all Girl Scouts will know our song tonight.
The crescent moon shimmered adjacent to three stars - a triangle blinking above.
We disturbed no animals tonight as we left our street and we sailed past North Belton admiring its lights. Some glow as nightlights, a comfort in the gloom. Some seem more candles marking shrines. And others are festive, a celebration of light.
We turned at the streetlight (pushing the button to change it in our favor). Bravely facing headlights rushing by we walked to the childrens' school and then into the darkness. It is a short two blocks home, but seems much longer. I pulled a flashlight as the dogs acted "afeared."
... no pirates... but treasure...
As the lights of home shined far ahead...
...I would like to go with you...
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