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The air was as cold and crisp as ever. I tip-toed down the stairs and out the door. It was colder outside but I didn't care. I could hear everything, but see only the moon bright and yellow. Its craters were visible from where I was standing. Barefooted on the moist concrete with the dead and decaying rose petals scattered far and wide. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and everything was just right. The tiny lights sprayed all through the night sky gave me of comfort and warmth for some strange reason. I will miss that feeling, always.