and then step outside

...and then step outside, into the dark,
after lifting the sleeping boy into the house, step outside and down to the end of the drive.

To the North, the hills behind Roundwood silhouetted against the sliver of pale orange light that is Dublin. To the South, ghostly white behind clouds as the moon begins it's rise. South West, and the lights of Rathdrum twinkle silently in the valley. And directly above, the Big Dipper dips in an inky black sky. A lone sheep somewhere calls to itself and falls silent for lack of answer. And then, all is still and silent.

There is nothing to be scared of, here in this dark. The night is still, and finally, at the end of the day, the week, so am I.