I left the sanctuary of my apartment as the sun set, the last warm rays glistening off the snow-topped mountains to the west. The wind whispered gently and my mp3 player kept me warm.
During my meeting-that-wasn't and class I was warm, enjoying the company and laughter, with trickles of fancy bubbling within me.
As I walked home the air was so sharp and thin and cold around me my breath fogged and clung to my face as the only other warmth in the world. Despite the whipping wind and the rushing traffic the darkness felt like a friend, and as I walked without a light I couldn't be seen by the others, secure in my shadowy realm.
Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone?
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