On life, always continuing.

There's something absurdly nice about walking in one's neighborhood, at dusk, without shoes and a just very light sweater... The air is so fresh, under the sky. The crickets call wildly, as the bats begin to flutter, and people practice their instruments, to be heard through bright windows. I always hope to see raccoons, or skunks, or just an early shooting star.

I don't know why at certain times we feel things more deeply. But I've found I am always most hopeful at dusk.