Last weekend when we were out in the evening at dusk & as the night closed in around us I thought about the many sights one might see in a 24 hour time period here in Torreon ~ actually any city in Mexico. At night in Torreon there is a whole different feel & look. The beggars have left the street corners for the day, traffic slows & the old men with donkeys pulling heavy loads have gone home for the night. As the lights flicker on people begin to pack the restaurants, bars & clubs; it makes the city look larger & even glamorous. The night seems to somehow wash the city clean & even the pervasive desert dust begins to settle some.
My favorite Poet is Robert Frost who penned perfectly his thoughts on night.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet.....