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I love the night. Something about the lightless relaxation of my senses and the cold freshness of outside air has a calming effect on me.

I just came back from a walk. Didn't even really go anywhere. I tossed a hoodie on, slipped into my well-abused shoes, and wandered out the door. Headed down to the end of the street and walked along the highway. Sat down on the damp roots of one of our dwindling trees and leaned back against the bark. I watched the lights of Helena fold out ahead of me and smoked my first cigarette in years. The nicotine high kicked in and I didn't give a shit about anything.

My life's pretty good.