Night traveller.
Thursday, December 4th, 2008There was a period in my childhood life when we had to travel by car rather frequently. Those journeys were often long hours of driving. So there were plenty of times that we travelled at night.
I remembered as a child sitting in the backseat of the car for hours and feeling exhausted. We passed small towns, city, and houses by the roadsides. When it was late at night, the road would be empty and in most of the homes, the occupants were already sleeping.
As a child in those times, passing the dark houses, I had imagined the occupants must be sleeping in their soft comfortable beds, tucked in under their warm blankets, and there I was, a night traveller passing through. I wondered how they looked like, and what they do in the day. I saw their homes, I was there. But in their slumber they were oblivious. The next morning they would wake up, their lives would continue the way they were, without knowing that last night there was a little girl passing by and imagining about them sleeping in their warm, comfortable beds.
