Back To Southside Again (Night of 23/11/2017)

I am on holiday back in Kinloss again. I am only here for  few days - the details are uncertain. I find myself at the junction of Wester Road and North Road, looking past the fence that lines Southside and across the farmers fields that surrounds the housing estate. It is twilight - grey skies and darkening light - and to my joy I espy a cluster of streetlights just turned on - glowing that deep, rich night-time red when they first come on, before warming up to their bright orange. It is that sacred time - when day becomes night, according to John Burnside - and I am back in that childhood place where that time is most sacred. I notice that the streetlamps are not lining a road but are actually in the fields themselves. I want to take a photograph of them and take out my phone, but am disappointed to discover some kind of manual worker in the fields. I feel too self conscious to take any photographs - and am unsure whether I would be allowed so I head on.
I walk back to 66 Abbey Crescent where I used to live - I notice that many of the streetlights are now casting that modern beige light and am slightly disappointed. I think my Dad is at 66, but am not sure... he doesn't appear in the dream. I speak on the phone with Phil or Steve - friends from secondary school. I think we are arranging one or both of them picking me up. 66 is largely empty - it has the feel of rooms not used for a long time. A goth girl who lives there greets me - she seems to be busy. I see her in another room cuddled up to her boyfriend on the sofa, who seems disappointingly normal.
I am aware of the night outside the windows. I look with wonder at the gloomy murk that was once the playground outside my childhood home.