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 day.
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 night.