"I said 'Isn't she pretty?'"

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I forget, sometimes, how much I love the night. But this evening, due to a rare combination of circumstances (my ride was late, we ate late, we stayed in the bar until it shut, we swapped favourite tunes until much to late) I walked from town to home between, what, 3 and 4 a.m.
The birds started singing, the folk walked home on tiptoes, the world held its breath.
I love my town.