Midnight Walks

I miss walking the streets late at night--watching my city fall asleep.

I miss that calm that would settle upon the glow of the street lights.

I miss the roar of it’s day to day--that would settle into it’s slumber..

I miss being free—with my pack upon back and bounce under feet.

I miss the giddy, lost feeling exploring the night alone--wondering..

I miss becoming whatever my imagination dared to envision in me.