No mortal man should be about,
on dark and stormy nights like these.
Whenever I venture out onto the rain drenched streets at night to run an errand, I like to image my task is one of great importance and my journey wrought with danger and peril. Even when my errand is simply to obtain ice cream for my ailing parents and the greatest struggle that comes with it involves deciding on a flavor, I still find a way to get my heart racing as if I were a cat burglar on a heist.
I will admit I love sitting on my couch, in the comfort of my own home, and listening to the soft pitter patter of rain droplets poking at my roof and windows. But there will always be a part of me that longs for a night filled with mayhem and adventure. So just when I begin to feel overly comfortable starring into the glowing soul of my fireplace, I unhinge myself from the couch and step into the storm.
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