Sunsets and Sagebrush

I like it late at night, with the world grown empty. There are the lingering few,  but far more sparse  than the crowded, traffic jam jihad, of the daylight hours. Sometimes when I'm walking I don't see people for blocks if not miles. Mostly I encounter  a few cats , stray dog or two, and every so often, the wondrous raccoon.  The only people I find seem apocalyptic in their waddled appearances. Most  dress like the cast from Mad Max. These night dwellers come in many forms, mini cultures of something Ultra human. Survivors. Those in the dark are not necessarily without light.  There are  the  night-owls drinking coffee at IHOP , the riff-raff drunk stumbling from the titty bar , the googly eyed dumpster divers meer-cating from receptacles,
and the lonely old winos howling serenades at the moon.  Sometimes I can hear the train down by the river 3 miles away, sounds bounce there's no interference. Its like how the world supposed to be. Spread out more. More room. Best of all, silence.