No Music on the Promenade

The cold, breezy weather reminded me of times I would walk along outside looking up towards the sky, imagining what it is like for God to be looking down. I suppose, I will begin to run instead though. This feeling of resentment towards cold, breezy weather will never last more than a few more minutes. In a few minutes, I'll be back to my normal self. Like right now: I understand the sentimental value behind the music department on a cold night. I understand what it means when asked, "do you want to go for a walk?" Going for a walk means one of two things, something will be begin or something will end.