well, it is almost 3am here… I must say, I really enjoy walking outside this time of night… the ultra late are asleep (or not), the early risers are not quite awake jogging by, usually, almost always, there is a din, a background sound, sometimes birds, sometimes traffic, often both… but now? at this hour, the silence is wonderful, it allows you to concentrate the sense of eyes, to see things… like … who else is awake judged by a light on in a window on the second story across the street… or to imagine what life was like that when the sun went down, the darkness that engulfed from there… most of us grew up not knowing this, even if we are not that far from it, we all have our own experience, we can not judge ourselves for this… every person is dropped into their own circumstance, you have very little control over that, there is no reason to have guilt over that. Birth is a lottery, oddly enough, myself, I was going to be one of the first legal abortions probably… I was adopted only due to the intervention of my mom’s OBGYN at the time who knew a young couple who was “in trouble” and made… well , me… it was pretty out of the bounds at the time, and Roe was new law just months later, I can not say what would have happened for sure but I was lucky to be born, but born I was, and into a family that wanted me (the tech about fertility was not nearly the same back then at all)… so here I stroll, at 3am, wondering about it all, listening to the silence, using my eyes to see anything living, but even among the tamed land… I see hope, in this calm.