It is after midnight and I can feel the cold outside, like a slight chill running down my shoulders, down my arms. It is as if the cold is a being, walled off by the pane of glass and the storm window, willing itself through the glass, grabbing at my back. It reminds me of the futility of mankind. There are limitations to what we do. And the world around us constantly reminds us of our limits. A fence to climb. A mountaintop which provides our goal. Or just a reminder of our failings.
It depends on your attitude.
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