I felt changed. Back in my car, I vowed to find her. The street is alive with sexuality. Revelling couples exit bars and clubs to their quick beds. Needle-ridden hookers of both sexes ply their skin trade from doorways and corners.
Men sneak conspicuously into pornographic theaters.
Dim cars shiver with the furtive actions of the undiscovered. In the sinking darkness of night's impenetrable lust, I fill with a camaraderie for the servants of desire. At the western end of the road, I turn around and begin the trek back east, into the night. I am beginning to feel sleep. My body becomes heavy and I think I see her under every street lamp, in every doorway.