I stood outside for a while, in the 17 degree weather, in my little cropped sweater, listening to the snow hitting the ground. Sleet hitting like pop rocks.
Nothing so wild, but a rarity to see my normally busy road entirely untouched.
When I was younger, I’d take a lot of 3 am walks through the city. Very early morning, after the bars are all closed and everyone is firmly asleep. It would feel like you were completely alone out there.
It is a treasure to experience a moment or two of otherworldly solitude on occasion.
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