Tonight, I incurred an impromptu detour. My original objective – home. Instead, I steered away from street lights, shops, cars, and people.

Until I arrived. Stopped. And stood within the nucleus of nowhere. Alone.

Breeze stilled.

Sun departed.

Stars yet to shine.

Pure. Silent. Twilight.

A cylindrical light globe illuminated the white line highway, casting mystical shadows.

If touched, would it ripple like a bubble releasing liquid light? A flowing silk enveloping me in shimmering, magical energy?

Did I howl while metamorphosing into an undomesticated wolf?

Or weave wonders, riding my broomstick, cackling across night skies?

No.

I just – was.