NIghtwalks are a refuge from anxiety, burden and confinement. Solace, even strength, are taken with each step, the affirmation of our skeletons’ contact with the earth. We walk nowhere, drifting without purpose, unwittingly embracing the connection between body and soul that is breath. Neither equipment nor investment are mandatory to walk into the lacuna of the night. Nightwalks mean no more than knotting on our boots and heading out any door, crossing a threshold and letting go. Emboldened, our feet decide what to reveal about the perimeter of the city, its contours, heights and passages, an ecosystem of tension or relief, intimacy or irony, shaped by our familiarity with and curiosity about the way unknown.