(Intro)
Does it happen to you too every time you go for a middle-of-the-night walk? You leave home in the middle of the night for a reconnection walk with Mother Nature*. You take in the calm of a sleeping city, you are touched again by the delicate ornaments of the built-up side of our civilisation and comforted by the little charms of the everyday house, you run into some long-forgotten side streets and squares, you unashamedly stop to smell roses and hyssop in front yard gardens. The moon is on your side and the darkness is promising rather than threatening.
And then you notice the silhouette of a person behind you - or was it just the shadow of a branch stirred by the last breeze of Spring? – so you turn round, a little too fast for such a peaceful stroll and wonder:
Is it just me or was it a psycho
*just messing you up.
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