A Stroll

We went on an evening walk today , the long, hovering silence of a new winter watching and splayings of dead autumn leaves dressed in yesterday's party colours which waited to caress the footstep. A stroll in the dusk is restful and so too, the picturesque scene of a park, an old museum, a historic fort and a circus top that strained to a lively Latin tune. We stood on the tip of a darkness that was not yet quite and a night so nearly there.