The air is icy cold, the temperature hovering just below freezing, my breath pluming as I gaze down the near-quiet street. The muted glow of lamp posts goes almost unnoticed, the world bathed instead in the cool light of the fat, gibbous moon. A passing car breaks the silence, an unwelcome, but blessedly brief interruption. As its hum and rattle disappear into the background murmur of Brooklyn, I return my attention to that looming moon. A lone cloud passes across its face, blown by a distant wind I cannot feel. I breathe in the scene a final time, then turn back to my door and the warmth of home. To hear what I feel, here's some more (US) morning mellow.

DeepWarmth - Life 1
recycledplastics.bandcamp.com/track/life-1

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