Night time was one of the few times that Cohen knew without a doubt that nobody else would be awake to bother him. Sure, this was Summerview, which meant it was probably not a complete shock to see a unicorn galloping around here, but for some reason he was still wary. It hadn't been long enough for him to completely trust this place, and old habits died hard. Not to mention there was that pesky clothing issue to worry about, which was easier when it was dark. (Though Cohen had definitely learned to stash his clothes somewhere nearby that couldn't be messed with by now)
The only thing he was thinking about at the current moment was running, however. The feel of the brisk wind moving over his hide, tossing his mane around his head as powerful hooves connected with the earth over and over. It was the most free he ever felt, running. Cohen could spend hours in his unicorn form, just looking at the world through what he had come to think of as his "natural" eyes. There was something different about the world when he was a unicorn, from the way the moonlight filtered through the trees and seemed to sprinkle the ground in front of him to the way the ground rushed by beneath him. Nobody was around to look at this gorgeous and powerful horse, which Cohen preferred even in a place where such things may be common. The night was quiet considering the late hour, which was another thing he preferred.
He didn't even pause as he sprinted by a swing set, appearing more like a towering skeletal figure in the dappled moonlight than a place that would bring laughter and smiles to children's faces when the sun rose. Cohen wasn't tired, but he knew the late hour was an odd time for a run; unicorn or not. Slowing himself to a trot, he exhaled breath in a snort as he eventually reached a walk. He'd left his clothes behind a tree that bordered bushes that had all but lost their foliage in preparation for winter. It didn't matter, he wasn't worried about someone stealing them so much as an animal accidentally walking off with them.
Changing back was always an odd sensation. It didn't so much feel like his form was changed so much as it had shifted to another one that was just as natural. Cohen dressed quickly, letting the light breeze blow through his disheveled hair and cool his heated skin. He still wasn't tired, so he figured a walk through the park might help in that department. The fallen leaves crunched and rustled under his feet as he moved back towards where he'd seen the swing set since that was back towards his apartment.