The sirens wail as I sit by the black window in my little square of habitat after visiting the woods. I stopped there on the bus like I do every free evening now that it’s still light out. It’s easy to walk the whole trail thinking about whatever worries me that day.
But every tiny moment of noticing the craggy bark of the trees and the deepening shadows along the creek while a song sparrow dives across the trail like a shadow itself or a robin chuckles above is reason enough to keep coming.
The world is such a big and lonely place when I don’t listen to the wind through the trees or hear how the gravel along the road home is starting to sound like summer.
The siren fades as the fire engine makes its way through the dark neighborhood to save some other soul.