The night air is wonderful. It is a gorgeous night. I was sitting outside, reading. And really enjoying it. There was a time when I would have stayed out as long as I wanted to: all night even. When Mack was alive and fearless about protecting me. When my neighborhood was safer.
My neighborhood is not scary, but it does not feel as safe as it once did. While I sit out late, I do not stay out into the wee hours. And, I will admit, there have been neighborhood noises that have driven me inside.
To be honest, as I reflect on things, I do not think I would feel very differently about my safety in other parts of the city, or even of the world. I just do not feel the world is very safe any more.
Maybe I have read too much about crime, am steeped too much about crime during the day (especially at work) and know how bad people treat people.
I wish my mind was different about my safety.
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