nightlife

Last night, I went to the city, downtown, 20 minutes south of the small town where I live. Driving closer to the city, I could feel myself getting excited about the change of pace, the sights, the adventure to come. At last, the lights seemed to welcome me and the vibration of the nightlife pulled me in to its arms. There. It's me there. Familiar.

The night was good with live music in a beautiful venue and people about. The evening air was cool with the feeling of fall. Sounds were everywhere-talking, laughing, joking, bass, guitar, mandolin, banjo, footsteps, car horns, cars, buses, dogs. The people were diverse-young, old, hippie, conservative, liberal, parent, grandparent, employed, unemployed, tidy, sweaty, tall, short. Later in the evening it was time to journey home. The streets were quieter then and the downtown was settling in for the morning hours. There is a peaceful time there and I'm sure even more as the night grows deeper. I suppose I could write for hours describing the night in the city...