- February 13, 2025, 11:02 am, just off campus
- Cold
- The world is wrapped in a blanket of fog, a whole road shrouded in cloud. It is piercing cold. It is a cold that seeps into your jacket, wraps around your body, entrapping you. The water particles, although not visible to the eye beyond their condensed smog, clings to you. However, as I walk down the street, there is peace. The world feels serene and calm, the clouds of ice muting the never ending traffic and hubbub of life. The light from the sun is muted and almost non-exist, the light expanding instead throughout the horizon. For once, it feels as if there is nothing more in the world then the bone-chilling cold and the never-ending cloud I am walking in.
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