THE WALK

I wanted to tell you how much I love to walk down the street at night. Just not any street or any night. It's the street I walk down after the celebrated luxury of taking a black cab home from central London, stopping and the white building and coming down the little hill to my street.

I hear my feet on the pavement. Sometimes my feet hurt. Sometimes they don't. I feel the night air on my face. I walk proudly past the pub in case Pin Eyes is there. I don't look in. I see the trees from the graveyard. I see the spire from the church. I turn the corner to my cobbled street, put my key in the door and ask my favourite girlfriend if she had a good day. I close the door behind me to my favourite part of the day.

Good night everybody.

Xx Lektrogirl