Night was here, and I was OK.
I walked home late from January Art Walk. It was alright. Night had come to downtown and there were people still out making their way for the night. I felt fine. I was happy. I had a long day of walking and seeing and breathing and being around other humans. It's not that I have issue with people, it's that there are so many of them. The only time I really seem adverse to people is when I'm in cramped places like Trader Joe's. Too many people in too narrow an aisle. The world is a pretty place on Art Walk night. I'm glad I went.
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