let's explore the uncomfortable
Night air is a wide place containing dark trees with mixed personality disorders. The sycamore is proud of its reflective skin, and the hornbeam will dare you to touch it, dare you to come close. Once a woman dared me to touch her and I was afraid, she stood close to the hornbeam.
(Thank you). - H.
Late October, Saturday night, Between midnight and 3 am the streets of Greenwich village can feel damned spooky. So many souls sit on the curb smoke cigarettes and look for action. Two people argue, one pulls a knife and the other laughs loudly. The moment evaporates but for a thrilling second the lost souls lean forward, adjust their pants, scratch their thighs and hope for action. Night air is good for a glimpse of danger and desperation.
"The shadow abides." -- paraphrasing The Dude. :)