I’m feeling a little down and my apartment feels too quiet and too still. A little sterile and lifeless.

On summer nights, this is when I would grab a light jacket and walk out into the evening, maybe to a bridge or the beach or the park or on top of a parking garage. But tonight it’s cold and windy and I

I’m reminded of walking in the middle of Pine Street in Binghamton, New York. It’s a still night and the streetlights illuminate heavy snowflakes descending effortlessly down onto snow-covered pavement. I’m listening.

It’s one of those scenes from my life I remember vividly.

So, maybe I should go out and brave the cold.