Outside At Night
by Rachel Creager Ireland
Sometimes before I go to bed, I step outside for a minute or two, just to listen and smell the air.
I can’t post an image of this. There’s no way to show the feeling of cool, humid night air on bare skin, or the sound of a single dog barking across the road.
You could come here. Come to the Flint Hills and we’ll sit quietly in the night together. Or, do it wherever you are. Step out your door into the darkness, and just be there for a while, doesn’t have to be very long. Then tell me what you find.