at the dark end of the street

...and the whole walk home I felt like zombies were going to come out of the wood work at any moment. It was cold out, I was gloveless. I kept both bare hands warm (ish) in my pockets. As I walked between two bushes on either side of the sidewalk, I felt like a cat with my whiskers trimmed (my balanced compromised by the location of my hands). You spend your whole childhood feeling safe walking up and down your street, then all of sudden your new block, your adult block, the one with all the north lights on, and the south lights off, feels strange. The cats look like statues, so do the statues...