night & the city

i miss walking at night in the city, for some reason here i don't. in montreal you would walk for hours up down the streets same in england, japan and i will not even begin to tell about the night walks in paris. I love looking around i like the air in the evening, the sounds and the lights. I like that people, they seem happier in the evening, you could tell by their laughter perhaps it the red shoes they are wearing or the dress they have been dying to show off or perhaps it is the jeans and t-shirt they could not wait to slip into. for some reason you could hear clearer in the evening- the sounds of dinner being eaten -glass and silverware , not to mention cultures emerging- salsa from that place over there you can hear it loud and clear as the door opens to welcome new patrons, hip hop from that decked out car, jazz from the piano bar at the red hotel, girls singing "girls just want at have fun" at the top of their lungs clearly having the time of their lives...but my favorite sound of all might surprise you okay one of my favorites( my favorites is when i come across a peruvian band bustling)

...it is the the sound of the last train pulling out of the city, the buses decompressing and the street sweeper, well sweeping because that is when i know the city is all mine with the exception of a few like minded people and the ones who make the city streets their home for us that is when the city is ours just before the hussle & bussle of the daytime light.