(“But at night it’s a different world”. . . Lovin’ Spoonful)
Every night, just before she falls asleep, when the house is dark and (only relatively!) cool, and the
tv has been turned off, and only the crickets are chirping. . . I walk into her bedroom to say goodnight, tuck her in, and TICKLE her feet. . . probably the only time of day she laughs. . .