The satellite city. Or the satellite of the city? The cold, winter air bites at my cheeks. I must surrender to the cold for now to put the bins on the thoroughfare. Darkness encroaches and my lungs seize in the cold air. Is there remembrance, of some cold dark place? The unceasing hum of the city, and the sudden sounds of sirens arrest my movement for just a moment.
For just a moment, the bitter cold, the stars in the night’s sky, the enormity of the universe focused it’s attention, weighed upon me. The bitter cold weighed upon my soul.
The shiver erupted in my very bones. That cold that comes from inside. The bins quickly, carefully positioned. Heaven help me, I didn’t check the mail today! Fearing, I don’t know what, my pace quickens over the cold concrete and a distant car rumbles forward and anon. Mail checked, quickening feet. Heart skips a beat. I run towards the warmth of home, leaving mortality, darkness and the unknown to the approaching headlights, as I slip unseen into the shadows.
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