Walking back from the grocery store and toward my empty office, I knew I was free to make my single serving of salad in whatever fashion I chose. With that fact in mind, I noticed how quickly the fog had swooped in and reduced the sunset to a single ball that didn’t even hurt to look at. Most everyone had gone home. The street ahead would be empty. I couldn’t hear anything — not seagulls or crows, even
This was not how an August day should end, especially in a place known for enjoying its true summer later in the calendar. But don’t think I couldn’t find the upsides: independence, at least for a night, plus the rare opportunity to stare directly into the sun without going blind.
Still.
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