It is a wonder. A sense. Feeling, with outstretched hands, darkness that somehow feels different than the light. Warmth is what it could be, time based warmth is what it is. A horseshoe for a horse and humanshoe for a human, the only two beings on earth who need shoes. Where are all the chickenshoes. 

It is dusk. Monthly tellings of underreported crimes take place. Listen to them, absorb them, know they have no effect on you or your family. Telling someone a story never goes how you intend, as their attention span is only a span and that frame is always short.