10-12-55 The Back Doorstep

I sat outside just now on the back doorstep, wanting to gain some satifsaction (that's not quite the word - someday I'll put my finger on it) from this October nighttime - but I didn't stay long - the sky was sparkling clear and the air refreshingly cool, but the street noises, the lights & houses were all too close and I had no tree under which to sit, to look upward and through whose leaves to single out stars. There were only the hillside of house lights and the steepled church lit up by a pale blue glow - all like a Reporter cover and I could see straight ahead where 51 would curve around the red sky glow signifying the pouring of the glowing slag from its train of bucket cars.