For Chessie.

There is nothing like strolling the streets on a cool dark night. The smell of the dampness in your nose and the freshness of the scene...whether in the city or country. The sun's rays are full of sound and create movement. But the moon's beams create a hollow silence and stillness, where your thoughts have a quiet canvas to unravel themselves onto. The roads are yours. The parks and the light from the street lamps is yours. The Earth breathes heavily in sleep while you stand awake. Unhassled. Unplanned. Still.