an undescribable satisfaction
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Sun Jun 06 04 / 4:20 AM

Last night at 4 am I walked to the store down the street. I do this every once in awhile, but only if I have to get milk. It was not an issue of safety, as one person said in an instant message, or anything to do with the weird hour, as another sent.

I like walking through the streets when it is dark and cool, and calling to the cat that is prowling nearby. I like being the only one in the store and feeling that it is open because I need it to be, or being one of several in the store and knowing we all have this large quiet nightly existence in common. I like lugging a bag and looking at a world that most don't see, without anyone looking back.

A walk to the store at 4 am for milk is just the way I am.



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Lisa Higgs
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