What is it with Friday evenings?

What is it with Friday evenings?

(Yes, I know that's also the title, but it bears repeating).

Obviously, I look forward to them as the end of a week of annoyances, assignments, and other asinine things unfortunately present in this world. 

There is also the peace and quiet - the silence which I crave like a starving beggar craves a bagel and cup of coffee. I love how it's the one night where I can drink coffee this late and not care about waking up tomorrow at some ungodly hour.

Then let's look at nights in general - what is so fascinating about them? This time where you can see the moon and the stars - or planes masquerading as stars. This time where your ears are especially sensitive to the crickets singing, the leaves fluttering, the shadows that may not be so empty.

You shouldn't go walking out at night, common sense says, but for once in my life, I want to walk the streets at night and just glory in it, fearless and controlled.

Perhaps I'll be spooked by a passing squirrel. Perhaps I'll be attacked by a random madman.

Or perhaps I'll walk home safe, greeted at the door by my house guardian feline.

Sometimes I just don't want to care. Sometimes - someday - I want to just let my inhibitions slip away. I'll leave them decorating my room, little anxieties bouncing on my bed and climbing up my bookcase.

Only then, only then will I be free.