It was 6.7°C with broken clouds. The breeze was brisk.
Even with swarms of cars moving into and out of the block like locusts, there are slices of time inside which you could imagine you were in a small town, in the middle of nowhere, at midnight.
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Construction and remodeling. Accounting. IT guy for mid-size businesses. Too many careers for someone still in his mid-thirties. I go for walks when I can, and write when hallucinating or discontent. Blog at http://thelocalyarn.com.