A recent series of events led me to write an LOL column for Citybeat’s online edition. Look for it on January 17.
One of the last occurrences in this series was my return at the end of the day to my abode in Northside and looking into the west at a psychedelic sunset (because the sun doesn’t set in the north, that’s why, not even in an ubercool neighborhood like mine).
Now, I’m not a morning person, never have been and I don’t wish to ever start being one. As a creature of the night, I find that short slice of time in between day and night to be a time of mysterious whateverness, not knowing what the coming darkness might bring with it – a call from someone I haven’t heard from in awhile, some wicked new words delivered from my brain to a formerly blank page, a loss of myself in some semi-cool guitar riffing, a new woman to meet.
When those two worlds, one of the light, the other of shadow, start to blend together and fall over the edge of the world, I love to climb to the roof of my building and watch the one become the other.
Here’s an ultrafine evening from the not too distant past and, with our recent bogus weather, something I haven’t seen enough of lately.
And, just to keep this place lively, this is also my favorite time of day to have sex.
(Photo: Brian Ciesko)