Night falls and retracts

The other night, after a more than fun conversation with a superior writer (which will be the topic of another time), I decided that it would be a delight to stroll home despite the far distance.  It being around 10 in the evening, which is usually bedtime in this dull house, was no deterrent at all.  A good thing, too, as there was a sublimely lit fountain that were I not a denizen of the nighttime (for one night), I would have not had the chance to encounter.

Everything seemed a bit different that evening, as if it were the beginning of a new adventure.

blue white flows the evening, light as air.