Missing the last tram

Coming home after meeting friends at Egle,
I missed the last tram.

Thus, I considered, taxi or walk?
The evening was beautiful:
Dark blue black skies with clouds floating
A warm fresh breeze
The perfume of the blossoms and trees.

Walking.
The lights against the ripples of water
The shadows of the trees reaching across paths
The peacefulness of silent streets
Sounds creeping out from the lit apartments.

Pardaugava.
A place of safety and of being able to walk alone,
To walk alone after midnight as a woman
With no fear, or worry
Of those walking around you.