As a kid, I enjoyed walks late at night.  I’m happily contemplating a return to the habit.

Last night I left the house around 11pm for a walk.  It was a beautiful summer night, cool and breezy.  Between light gusts, flowers perfumed the air.  The streets were dead.  Although the sky was overcast, it felt like a clear night.

Revisiting corners I hadn’t happened by in months, I checked the street names sometimes. All around, dark houses stood. The fresh leaves on the front yard trees danced in the breeze.

I couldn’t smell the ocean from my house, but after 20 minutes’ walking I could. It was an oily, heavy smell, laced with salt.

For the first hour, I didn’t encounter a soul. Only nearing home did I see anyone – in total, three people in the last ten minutes of my walk. All were young males. The first was on his phone; the next two were listening to headphones.

This is the last guy I saw. Cheers:)