nightlife epitome of incomprehensibility It's the TA union meeting that's supposed to end at 9 but goes to 11 because of discussions, amendments, sub-amendments. It's the sight of workers on the highway or railroad, or rather their vehicles and lights and far-away noises. It's a silent prayer, more of a wish, that they're not too tired and get back from their shift okay. It's the realization that my own quiet walk back from the bus stop has scared one rabbit and then another. It's losing sight of the second rabbit and wondering if I only imagined it, until one of the patches of grass I'm looking at starts twitching its ears. 240314 ... raze (reading this beautiful, vivid series of sequential snapshots made me smile.) 240314 what's it to you? who go blather from