Living in an unsafe neighborhood

Living in an unsafe neighborhood for so long, I had forgotten how delicious the night could be.

A few blocks away, by Alber’s Mill, there is a tiny park dedicated to the Liberty Ships built in Oregon’s shipyards. It is a graveyard for the concrete-encased bows of over a hundred of these maritime monsters. The park is peppered with informational plaques, a bit of bow, an anchor, and the smokestacks from the Oregon. Behind the smokestacks, facing the river, is a long bench where I sat for a while and watched the shimmering lights reflected on the river, so like quiet fireworks.

The night injects a special kind of life into my veins. A sense of peace with an undercurrent of danger. I’m glad to have my nights back.

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