I was up at 3 a.m. again, standing in the front yard in my PJ’s searching the skies for a glimpse of a passing star shower. (The perseid meteor shower is playing in the heavens this week.) But alas… clouds covered most of the sky and there were very few blinky lights above.
Standing in the dark — outdoors, in PJs, is a trip. If you haven’t tried it recently, it’s worth the chance that you’ll get away with it. No one will see. It all has to do with timing.
At 11 p.m. or midnight, there’s a chance someone in the neighborhood is still watching late night TV… but by 3 a.m., the lights are out, the window shades drawn on all the neighbor’s windows… and most, if not all, of the locals are deep in dreamland, or trying to get there. No one is looking. I bet you could do a twirl and dance naked in the night and no one would notice. 3 a.m. truly is the “dead of the night.” I think I’ll make a habit of this nightly prowl.
Of course, there’s always the chance that someone is going to the loo, passes an open window, looks out and sees a madwomen cavorting across her lawn. That’s when the little men in white coats are called. But it hasn’t happened yet.
Want to meet me on the lawn on some dark night? Wonder what it would be like on a full moon night? Do you think they would notice if I start to howl?