a few notes on night walking

i am a sub/urban kind of guy who loves walking in his city after sundown when the lights turn on for the city looks best at night especially on chilly winter nights when each outline of the buildings frames the black sky

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at night i can get lost on familiar streets the dark is delicious and disorienting and each step is fraught with the possibilities of finding new things

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it is best when it is cold outside but not too cold a california kind of winter that chills exposed skin and makes the eyes water at such a degree that passersby might think i have cried tears of either pain or happiness

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at night the streets are paved with poems but i often forget to write them down so when i get home my head is as empty as sieve

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the blues are chased away by walking at night for i forget who i am and so i forget that which ails me so that the action of walking takes on a salubrious charge

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love flourishes at night with each successive step i might not know where i am going but i fall deeper in love with every gait

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i prefer walking in winter i feel like i can better express myself when i find my stride when it is cold outside i can't explain why

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the city at night is something jim morrison sang about i almost understand what he means because my city feels less inhibited at night for it turns on its lights and comes alive

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walking in my california city makes little sense because it is a town made for vehicles but i love to make my own stride on its streets

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i feel anonymous when i walk which is the ideal state for the writer but because i am a creature of habit and take the same routes every day i am sure there are others who take similar same routes every day and say there is that crazy old dude walking again