It was cold outside.
I remember looking into the sky and seeing my breath mist in midair, drifting ahead of me like a veil of death.
The moon hung low in the sky, surrounded by a whole plethora of stars.
They twinkled and winked down at me, inviting me to walk further.
I did.
The snow crunched beneath my feet, simple sneakers holding me above surface of the waist height powder.
A huff of air hung around my head, as I withdrew the white cylinder from between my lips.
Belmont smooths.
I hadn’t had a smoke since yesterday morning, and the craving had gotten to me.
So I went out.
And thus I was in the snow, and cold, and dark all by my lonesome without a single thing to stand at my side.
It was a lonely night, and I was a lonely person out for a walk in the lonely, cold, dark woods.
All by my lonesome.
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