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After the sun went down and the temperature dropped back into the double digits, I took a walk to a nearby pond. “Taking a walk” isn’t a very relaxing activity around here because of the no sidewalk thing. So I scurried through the dirt paths of broken glass and paper plates and dodged around the guardrails and breakdown lanes accompanied by the clamor of diesel trucks and ambulance sirens until I reached my pleasant little pond. It wasn’t really all that spectacular, but I stared into it for a while and pretended that I couldn’t hear the traffic. As the sky darkened I watched as frogs and turtles stuck their heads out to sip the air while a dozen bats dipped down to sip the water.