The high heels in my front yard

Friday and Saturday night is always going on in my street. And so it happens that the way home leads past my bedroom window for many party goers.

However, I am not annoyed. On the contrary, I even find it exciting that something is going on. Not too much, I don’t have to complain about noise pollution. But after several years in the village, where a human soul was rarely found on the doorstep, I am glad to get something from civilization again.

And so I often hear groups of people who make loudly on the way to nightlife after the « pre -glow », who are pushing through the street on a bike, and the next morning I often come across curious legacies of the party goers. No empty beer bottles, but high -heeled shoes!

The chic, but apparently uncomfortable pumps were lonely and abandoned one morning in the flower bed. They were not an isolated case: one day I found even higher chopping on a small wall, and again a few days later it was abandoned moccasins that hadn’t made it home anymore.

When I saw the high heels left behind, I had to grin. Only too well I remember the times when I also pulled around the houses in uncomfortable footwear at night. My times as an night owl are over now, I prefer to watch the party goers in comfortable shower through the window. But I know one thing: Before a barefoot way home, there was usually a really good evening.