"Night is a world lit by itself" ― Antonio Porchia
“Night is a time of rigor, but also of mercy. There are truths which one can see only when it’s dark” ― Isaac Bashevis Singer
I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a root, not ready, not ready at all.” ― Denise Levertov
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This is a record of night walking in the suburbs, and in the centre, of Leeds. These night walks were solitary. Most of them were undertaken around midnight. When my partner, Sara died on the last night of November 2015 it brought to end a decade during which I had been closely involved with two women, Ann and Sara, living with a diagnosis of terminal cancer. Each lived actively and independently for six and a half years. (Ann died in November 2012). But for each of them the last year was the most difficult, and for me, the most demanding.
During 2015 I found myself getting very little opportunity for exercise. I was with Sara almost every day till well after 10pm. The same pattern was followed during the weeks of Sara's last stay in St. Gemma's Hospice. I would leave only after Sara had fallen asleep.