Due West at 2

Dear Characters,

Every now and then I end up walking late at night. Maybe it's because I want to walk around that late at night or I'm headed home. Every time I forget just how still everything is and as I walk past my surroundings I feel like I'm going through a museum. To squat down and examine the grass frozen in time seems so extraordinary. The street lamps glaciated in a cold hour glass, always red or green, never changing. The trees don't quiver. Homes have soft lights in their windows, revealing a lamp and a large cushion of a chair with a desk in the back ground. Almost as if they were the large version of the tiny houses you set up every Christmas. I really felt that snow was the only thing missing from this late night quiescent.

Sincerely,

The Character