Every nights walk home was pretty much the same. Same dogs barking, same cars, and even the same trash on the street. Nothing ever changed on my way home. Every night I would walk past orange construction cones blocking traffic from going in or out of an old church parking lot, and every night I would kick one and it would land in the same spot everyday and be back at its post the next day, and that was just one of the many things that would never change. It never snowed, rained or sleated on those streets, but they always seemed to be damp like it had just stopped raining. Except for today, today was different. I could tell the moment I got outside that things were going to be different today. Instead of everything being cold and damp, it was a dry crisp night air, and no dogs were barking. I stood there a moment contemplating this then started on my walk home thinking tonights going to be different tonights going to be something to remember.
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