Tonight around 11:30 p.m. we heard a CRASH and then odd dragging sounds from the street several floors below and over from our apartment. We were surprised by how quickly we heard police sirens after the crash.

Bill wanted to go rubberneck downstairs. We went down to our building's lobby and peered through the curtains at the scene across the street. The doorman said the car turned the corner too fast, crashed into the curb and went up on the sidewalk and back on the curb several times before it landed in its resting place on the sidewalk down the street. Thankfully no one was hurt.

"Take a picture of the car on the sidewalk!" Bill egged me on after the driver was escorted away by the police. He was mad about the crazy driver who could've killed or hurt someone, especially someone walking across the street or on the sidewalk. So I went back upstairs to get my camera to appease him. Then I remembered I could do this task!

Afterwards we walked around a bit. We live in a streetcar-suburban neighborhood, and it's pretty quiet late on a Sunday night. So midnight isn't necessarily the "deepest" of night, but it's certainly no darker around here a few hours later.

I noticed more details at night that I apparently have zoomed past before, like the solar panel on the streetlamps or the old lettering on the traffic signal control box. I caught a whiff of the petunias on the sidewalk and heard the quiet (but bad) music playing outside the barber shop. Too bad there aren't fewer cars here during the day.