I worked my first evening shift tonight. It was not as stressful as I expected. It was just different. I have been at my current job for almost six months...and I felt like I was in training (well, more when it came to closing). At the end of the shift, it wasn't so bad.
Then, I had the pleasure of walking home in the 30-degree weather, but it allowed me to think about where I live. Berea is a small town, yet rather large because of residential areas. At the same time, it still has the feeling that everybody knows each other, the usual town gossip spreads quickly, and most places are closed by 9/10 pm except for the local Walmart, fast food, and gas stations by the interstate.
This was one of those times I was fascinated by seeing who was still up at midnight on a Friday evening. I was always interested in the patterns of people being awake, whether it was at 6 am or 2 am. It was also quiet, but not overpowering. It was peaceful, almost as if snow were falling and the sound was vacuumed (there is science behind that phenomenon that explains how that happens). Alas, there was no snow (*cries*), but the crisp of the air made winter feel very present and the small town feeling was alive in those ten or so minutes it took me to get home.
