Mario

Most of the time I feel hollow. There is no real me. Like an open window the wind blows through. And that is what the night is like. The noise lowers. I feel peaceful. Out of time.Winter is nirvana. The burb is bright with the snow on the ground and the street lights. The crunch beneath your feet. Sometimes you might see a cat pounding through the snow trying to escape to someplace warmer. You don't see many kids. I loved it out there. Except for the distant sounds of a highway, it was quiet. At times it felt as if all human life had been removed and there was just me. And the wind howling.