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| c/o wetbehindtheears |
On the way home. in my rush to get back to my digs, I inadvertently jumped on the wrong bus. Tired as I was it took me about 20 minutes to realise I had no idea where I was. In fact initially I thought that I had simply missed my stop, so got off. Only then did I realise that in the dark I recognised nothing. Thank goodness for iPhones as I could use the Gmap and see where I had ended up...turned out I was about a mile from where I needed to be.
I quickly worked out a route and set off in the right direction. Despite it being night, me being on my own and having no clue of the area, I really enjoyed it. I am not a stupid girl and know to keep to residential areas, cross the road if someone is coming towards me etc. It was a beautifully mild evening and I was in comfy shoes and despite being alert, very happy.
When I was younger I used to walk at night a lot. I would sneak out of the house and walk around my area in the early hours. I have always been a night owl and loved the quiet, the calm and the peace of being on my own, walking in the streetlit dark.
On a few occasions, when I was staying at friend's houses I would sneak out there too and would walk around their villages. I'm sure this would strike fear into my friend's mothers if they had known but I genuinely longed for the peaceful solitude at the end of the day.
I had forgotten my walks until this evening when I felt a familiar drop of my shoulders. I was able to process the noise and clatter of the day and I was entirely on my own, blanketed by the dark.
Tonight, as I turned into the final road and was minutes walk from my digs I thought how much I had missed my night walks and how, although I am a very different person now, I still respond so strongly to that time, on my own, working through the day I just had.
I might just have to get the wrong bus again...
I quickly worked out a route and set off in the right direction. Despite it being night, me being on my own and having no clue of the area, I really enjoyed it. I am not a stupid girl and know to keep to residential areas, cross the road if someone is coming towards me etc. It was a beautifully mild evening and I was in comfy shoes and despite being alert, very happy.
When I was younger I used to walk at night a lot. I would sneak out of the house and walk around my area in the early hours. I have always been a night owl and loved the quiet, the calm and the peace of being on my own, walking in the streetlit dark.
On a few occasions, when I was staying at friend's houses I would sneak out there too and would walk around their villages. I'm sure this would strike fear into my friend's mothers if they had known but I genuinely longed for the peaceful solitude at the end of the day.
I had forgotten my walks until this evening when I felt a familiar drop of my shoulders. I was able to process the noise and clatter of the day and I was entirely on my own, blanketed by the dark.
Tonight, as I turned into the final road and was minutes walk from my digs I thought how much I had missed my night walks and how, although I am a very different person now, I still respond so strongly to that time, on my own, working through the day I just had.
I might just have to get the wrong bus again...
"I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day."
~Vincent Van Gogh
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