"There was no possibility of taking a walk that day"

Except that there was a possibility.

It's been sort of warm where I live during the day (In February!), so to escape the gradual stuffiness that builds in the house I've been taking walks at night. By around eight to nine o'clock, the air feels thoroughly fresh and chilly. It wouldn't normally be that nice to walk during the night in shorts, but after being irritated by the warm weather for the entire day, the cold weather is extremely refreshing. I know it's a little mundane and cliche to talk about the weather, but the heat creeping up this early in the year has definitely raised some alarms for me and others. Regardless, I move on and brush it off like most things. 

There is no rhyme or reason for suddenly going out at night for walks; I guess I felt compelled to wind down looking at the houses and the neighborhood and wondering who lives there and what they're like. I prefer it this way. There's practically nobody out, especially since my neighborhood has a lot of families with young children. Why in the world would they be out at nine o'clock at night anyway? 

So it's me with my thoughts and some music as I let my body drift aimlessly and languidly throughout the streets. I relish in pure solitude that lets me think and think and think. About anything, really. Think about life. Think about school. Think about my friends. Think about the music. Think about writing. Think about the books. 

For those that love to be with their thoughts in a cool breeze, evening walks may be for you.