At 42, I am still afraid of the dark.
At least when I'm out at night,
on a run,
or a walk/run (as it really is).
I made a habit out of running full blast....
from one streetlight....
(catching my breath at each)
in hopes of making it into the brightness....
before being caught by some bad guy....
in the in-between.
I look at streetlights much like I look at
(usually printed with the universal Red Cross symbol),
hanging around pool landscapes.
There to save me,
in the event my own efforts