It is a nice night for a walk, and we do so with vigor and an almost vivacious sense of otherworldliness. The recent snowfall has muted our little section of earth, and left a usually bland street quite spectacular in its magnificent showing of snow and ice and mystical winter wonderment. I had hoped that the walk would clear my head, and don’t say more than a few words along the path. It does not help, however, and although I normally adore the company and a lovely winter evening, I found myself in an even more dreary state of mind than before we set out.
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