The stars are magnificent tonight. The streetlights seem ghostly.   It is a cool night.  And I hear the owls. I write as I walk. Listening to random songs.  All of you whom are reading this are walking with me also. It could be around your block. Or in your yard. It could be outside somewhere or in your mind.  My two dogs walk beside me.  Black specs in the moonlight. Who else is walking with us?  I would like for you to tell me.