Current location:	a couple of deals before dawn
Current mood:	peaceful

"You're finding out something I've known for quite a while."
Walking home from hanging out with the gang at BK just now, I discovered that walking in Evanston this late at night, alone, feels more like walking through a life-sized Evanston playset complete with working lamps on the sidewalks and clockwork cars puttering through the streets. I walked up Davis street feeling I was the only person in the city.

As I crossed a street I noticed a cop car pull up to a red light, and I began to sing "My Time of Day". The cop car was on the corner, the pavement was washed (although with melted snow, not rain), and the lights over the post office gave off a gold-yellow glow. My voice sailed gently over complete silence.

You can sing at night in Evanston, and no one will hear you but the trees and the darkened store-fronts.

My Time of Day