A Good Night Walk

When my daughter was an infant she cried in the evenings so I took her for walks. I walked down our street in the Berkeley hills. I pointed things out, from recycling bins to sprawling oak trees. The walks calmed her, and me. After half an hour she fell asleep and we came home to bed. That was the start of this book. Before we left California, I drew houses and trees, and our neighbor’s Alexander Calder mobile. And I tried to write a story about the shifting sights and sounds of a neighborhood as it approached bedtime. This book is about small changes, and also about the big change for me as I became a father.