Thursday, 24 January 2008

Memories of a midnight walk...

Unlike on New Year's Eve when we watched the London firework extravaganza surrounded by 700,000 other revellers, last night, as I went for a late night walk, all around me was quiet.

Not wanting to spoil this air of tranquility I walked slowly and silently. Up above, the moon shone in a hazy night sky with no sign of any stars and I was even unable to make out the features of the man, (or woman), in the moon.

Whilst just after midnight, the streetlights still shone, with some old and decaying leaves from surrounding trees, (despite the fact that Autumn is theoretically long gone), still swirling around my feet, as a gentle breeze started to build.

Such solitude made thinking easier, and whilst life is so good now, I wondered if I'd ever look back with fonder affection of days gone by. It wasn't that I couldn't remember happy, and some might say beautiful, times, I could, but I wondered whether such recollections were, or would, eventually become better than the present reality? No doubt I'll dream about this walk one day and re-live these memories again.

As I walked, the regularity of the streetlights in the distance appeared to flicker in the growing mist, like slow beating hazard lights, emitting some kind of fatalistic warning.

It appeared as though I wasn't alone in the moonlight for as I turned the next corner a dog-walker (odd looking face) passed me and quietly muttered "'Evenin'" as the streetlight above us spluttered and went out, plunging us into temporary darkness. His dog (who he called "Lord") apparently oblivious to the many cats that were silently roaming the streets at this late hour.

With the mist coming down a bit more it was getting a little bit eerie and I decided to jog the rest of the way home.

It had been a pleasant walk, and it had cleared my head after a busy day at work.

For some, more creative types, such "free thinking time" could have been the catalyst for planning a great adventure; or the start of a book, or the lyrics of a song...

...But which song?

Whilst "breathless" after the jog home, there were no police to be seen, so it isn't "Every breath you take".

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