My love of being outside at night began when my mother decided I was old enough to sit on the front porch on cool summer evenings. I loved watching the street lights sparkling through leaves on the trees and being a part of quiet conversations. So when my brother suggested we see the Christmas lights at the Brookfield Zoo I was eager to go.
I did well while it was still dusk (photo on left). When the sun went down (photo below) I had trouble seeing where vertical was. My stroke hit the bridge (pons) to the cerebellum where balance is controlled.
As it got darker I started guessing by watching the dark outlines of people walking in front of me. This made me lurch from side to side to correct the poor guesses I made. This rocking motion wore me out and brought my walking to a halt. Walking for years down well lit streets did not prepare me for the balance challenge that real darkness creates.homeafterstroke.blogspot.com