Between The Pillars

Gone are the days when Evy was content to sit and watch the universe unfold before his awestruck and innocent eyes. Now he just wants out. I can't say I blame him. I get a little stir crazy myself after a few too many hours at the keyboard and just need to go out and stir up some shit.

When your body tells you sleep is out of the question the best idea is to get up and hit the streets. The tortured faces of the night people serve to remind me why most of us like to be at home nestled safely in our beds while the city crawls around on all fours trying to find its dignity. Like a cheap whore, the city recoils from too much inspection and when the light seeps into the sky from the east it sends, scurrying, the vampiric denizens, dragging their supper behind, but it was long before dawn and they sought me out.

My father once told me not to be afraid of the things in the dark, that they only appear to be something else. He couldn't have been more wrong, not about the fear but about the shape fear takes when the sun goes down. I don't worry about my car or the balance in my bank account in the darkest hours before dawn, I worry about the state of my soul and the balance between the good I've done and the evil I've committed between the pillars of daylight, in the wide swath of night. I don't believe God can see in the dark any better than I can and that gives me some comfort.

When I got in, Evy was quietly sleeping on the couch. I let him lie, hoping to preserve that sliver of innocence he still has at the root of his soul. I do believe its worth preserving.