There I Was

At midnight, looking out the window over the front lawn and toward the street.

It was the witching hour. I wanted to see witches.

I saw none.

Nor were there any walking dead or pokemon.

But a huge spotlight bathed the street with white light. Something was going on. Peering in each direction, I looked for police vehicles.

I saw nothing but a clear, bright moon above the trees and mountains, a few cats and several raccoons.

Disappointed, I closed the window against the cool night air, drew the blinds and returned to pouring a fresh glass of wine.

Nothing ever happens around here.