A Tingle in Time

The night is alive and full of promise. I walk toward the quay and the crowds. Something will happen tonight that will pull my life toward its destiny. With a sense of destiny, feeling the tingle of the chill breeze, I watch the people stroll past, knowing they are part of this special moment. My aunt had schizophrenia, does it feel like this? She often came to our door at 3am with 'messages'. Am I her? I should go home until this feeling goes away. On the way, just in case, I keep my eyes open for anyone special.