She was walking through the city in the bitter cold in no particular hurry. The bus would be late if she got there on time, if she got there late it would have been early. That's how it usually worked. A week prior she was giggling to herself about the irony, but now she cringed with every spike of cold each step brought. How could it be that the same person on the same walk could feel so differently from one week to the next.

As she shuttered at a group of friends leaving a bar laughing about their night, she pulled out a cigarette she didn't even want to smoke. Hannison's Market was closed so she found some relief from the frigid wind in the door step. She sat on the presumably piss soaked ground and tried to figure out why she was so sad. Nothing had changed.
----

He stepped off the bus at the greyhound station in a town he left a long time ago. While he was aware of the painful memories it held, and that he was returning to, he couldn't help but be warmed by the familiarity. He stepped outside and inhaled a deep breath of fresh chilly air. He smiled. Each step he took