These last couple nights I’ve had the occasion to be up late. Tonight I decided to go running. It’s unique what you xpeience running at two o’clock in the morning.
First, you feel like you own the place. Dead quiet prevails. Streets that normally contain dangerous traffic lie dormant. You think you are in a ghost town.
Then slowly, another form of life begins to emerge. Three dark houses give way to one lit up like a firecracker. A television screen will peek through, or the sillouette of a person. Voices leak out, or maybe the sound of music. These are the night people who, for one reason or another, are up like you are. Suddenly it seems like another world takes shape, one you would not have known about any other way.
It‘s like an alien form of life, and you find yourself wanting to know how many other forms of life exist in your own neighborhood? God knows about all of this. We know only what we experience. But there’s so much more.
John Fischer The Catch 
Gotta be careful running at night.
30 something years ago, I was running in San Jose, CA, around midnight, I think it was on Hedding St near where it goes under I-880. I heard a shot, something whiz past my head, and hit a fence across the street. I didn’t stick around to investigate and gather more information. No, I sped up to get out of there, and never ran that way at night again.
And I thanked God for watching over me.
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Best wishes,
Wayne Wells