night patrol

not really knowing what I was looking for

and saw the stars, and felt cosmic beauty

but

two cars with people sleeping in them in the park

(that's what I was looking for. sometimes I don't know why I do the things I do, but there is usually, but not always, a reason)

and another angry person on their way home from, presumably, work

bus service

and as I return home, the light in the window gives me pause

new rule, cloak, or at least camouflage, at night