There was a hiccup in winter today. One of those confusing days where everything becomes warm and reanimated for about fifteen minutes. But there's always something disturbing about these reprieves. Something about how the leaves and garbage push through their drifts like rejected corpses. How smells regain their potency and vegetation sputters in the wet. How everything tugs damply at you--your hair, your skin, your sneakers. It's a respite, for sure, but one which makes you cautious and careful as the city lumbers up briefly like a zombie.
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