Night Light's Call Home
The street light just came on. The fluorescent glow casts a giant golden circle in the street. On the perimeter of that circle lies the unknown. No real danger but, the potential for danger. The unknown is not really unkown. Knowing has a lot to do with experience. That street light was a signal for many of us to return home. Sure we were safe under the glow of the bulb but, we were intimately familiar with those potential dangers. Our parents who had experienced life call us to “come inside”. Most of us would not dare think to refuse. This invitation represented safety, warmth of a home, laughter around the television, table, or fireplace. This command was the essence of our comfort in the form of late night medicine, soothing scrapes, and bruises. It wasn’t the command that beckoned us to retire. It was the person behind the command. Though it was an imperative statement. There was a plea, a petition to let those maternal or paternal arms protect us. We respond to th