I stopped downstairs in the hall to tease a good friend who was cleaning the various offices and asked her to take a picture of me with the garbage she had been collection. "Night time is a great time to toss the hurts and worries of the day into the trash can," I thought.
From the second floor I saw the street lamp kissing beautifully the tree just in front of it. That sight had moved me to slipper my way downstairs and outside. I couldn't get that picture. But I did get one I think is a breath taker.
It got me thinking about the Lennon Lyric: "You may not get what you want. But you might get what you need." (Excuse my poor paraphrase)
And I really tried to catch the sweet dance between the darkness and the light. Need I add a trite cliche about the ups and downs of life?How about sharing a few of your fond night time memories?
