The Owl on the Lamp Post

Embers - Memories

In suburbia night ceased to exist half a century ago, at least it did for me. I can just about remember the workmen installing the street lamp outside our house. A few months before that day I’d ridden my dilapidated bicycle far too fast down a hill, found out that my brakes didn’t work, crashed into a concrete post, flipped over the handlebars and frac…