Restless evening tonight, keyed to wander. I didn't think about it very hard--I never do. Not until I'm already out and gone. No fear on these nights, moon or no moon, storm or not. But it doesn't work that way here.
Grabbed the keys, headed out the back door. Dark, you see, and the front stays locked most of the time. I'm not sure what the plan was, but I was headed towards the pool, when I actually listened.
Not like home. Not like school, not like anything else. No welcome in these nights. Too bright, and the shadows where I walk are too dark. Cars, and passing planes on the outer edge of the world, and...I felt nervous.
How ridiculous is that? Like the short walk to the pool was dangerous. Like I didn't know who could be around and what they were. Like...I'm not home anymore.
Turned and headed back indoors. There are good things and bad, about Loma Linda, but the one it's going to take the most getting used to is staying indoors when I'm restless.
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