Before the pandemic, Vancouver weekday evenings seemed to have a certain rhythm. In late afternoon, traffic picked up, workers returned home, quickly ate their dinners and then headed out to walk their pooches. Twilight stretched into night, magically lit as the lights came on. During our short time in Vancouver, we became a part of the group of dog walkers as we took Benji out for his evening walk.
Lighting the Night
At long last, their labour now done,
workers return, some battles won,
trudging slowly, their tired head’s hung,
gobble food, take dog out to run.
Creeping night shadows slink along,
sidewalks cleared of their daytime throng.
At last, one feels that they belong,
amidst twinkling lights winking on.