The walk back

What will I miss the most? I think that maybe it will be those quiet walks at night. The dim street lights paint the road with an orange hue, and my eyes are firmly planted on the ground as I calmly make my way back. The world always seems lighter then, the struggles of the day but a memory as I look forward to the night that is only beginning. Sometimes, I wonder where my fellow travellers are headed, but not today. Today, I just think about why I love these walks so. For the first time, I notice a crescent moon watching over us all. Humming a song or two on the way, and looking forward to the nightly news, one feels that things are alright.