Darkness in the Hood
I can't tell you that I've called 911 or recall the dozens of police cars I've seen patrolling our neighborhood around midnight. They're always here, and I'm thankful for it over the three years I've lived around here.
This is the time of night I often walk our miniature schnauzer and see owls, bats and the occasional stray dog roaming the streets and sky above our neighborhood. To me, the darkness is tranquil and mysterious. None of it is frightening, yet I'm often spooked by leaves rustling or a loud teenager cruising by. No matter what, having this "phantom" of a dawg by my side empowers my swagger.
