The thrill of the night walk.

Something about it — regardless of what city I find myself in, including home — thrills me.

As though anything can and might happen; could be discovered … is waiting to be. Whether that something is tangible or intangible is beside the point.

It’s being filled up with the feeling that matters the most to me. And perhaps that is why I am so addicted; so drawn to the late hours of a simple walk.