Strolling around at night is one of my favorite things. I love the quiet of the empty streets, the secrecy and anonymity of the solitude and darkness and the opportunity to see the place I inhabit from a different perspective. Tonight I walked giddily home from a night out, the entire way strolling down the very middle of the streets and never meeting a car, skipping up and hitting low-hanging catalpa beans with my fingers and poking patterns in the icy top layer of the snow along the curbside. I came across the intersection pictured below, where when I was 10 or 11 years old on a bike ride with my dad, he took a sharp right turn at the last second and I was so paralyzed with indecision that I careened straight into the street sign, causing it to lean as pictured. I wonder if anyone else knows how that came to be.
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