I'm A Creep

And a weirdo, too. As if that were some sort of surprise.

 I'm kind of in love with the empty world in the dark hours. I can also imagine that the cops aren't in love with me, when my morbid curiosity takes me past the multi-million dollar mansions on the white-collar side of town at 3 a.m.. The black hoodie and backpack really sell the I'm-Not-Into-Trouble look, I'm sure. I've been wandering more than usual at the wee hours of the morning these last few weeks. Chalk it up to mild guilt over plunking down the equivalent of a new laptop on a new bicycle, and really comfortable sneakers that beg for walking

Last weekend provided me with a real gem, after I'd wandered for the better part of seven hours and stopped for a moment by the lake:

Melancholy morning, for the win.