The night here is incredible. Millions of stars dancing in the sky, twinkling to the beat of an invisible drummer. The spotlight of a quarter moon creating shadows that play on the snowbanks as the Christmas lights that festoon the first decorated homes of the holiday add a prism of color to complement.
My breath coalesces into curls of wispy frost as I walk along the sidewalk, alone except for the other well-wrapped fellow dog-walkers, the silence of the frigid early winter evening broken only by the cadence of our footfalls.
Nights like these, with the temps in the mid-teens, bring forth questions...such as, why am I not living in a small beach town considerably south and to the west of this icebox?
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