Why I love my hood

11:30 at night, warm summer evening, walking down the sidewalk, it's dark and almost no sounds from the houses. The gas station on the corner is lit up and a few people are gassing up, washing windshields. I round the corner and see a few people walking their dogs in the park, a few people chatting, and a young guy with his guitar in the picnic/horseshoe area playing a quiet song to his girlfriend, starting over and over trying to get the chords right.