I was a restless teenager during the Eighties, an insomniac too, and I loved the night. Past midnight I was always so sure I was the only one awake, that kid in headphones wreathed in music and solitude walking home from work, hugging the shadows 'round the edges of things, or dancing in the pools of ink between oases of luminescence, happy I had the streets to myself.
These were among the songs I loved. Image by StockSnap from Pixabay
