There was a time,
I could stand in the middle of these hushed streets forever, but life on the outside doesn’t stop, especially for idyllic visits to a vanished past.
Soon enough the clock beckons me back to today's overcast sky, 3+ inches of snow and 8f temperature.
Maybe in the end, all we have are memories and the road ahead.
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