I was walking home from work one night when the temperature suddenly dropped. It wasn't uncommon given the area I lived in, but the sudden decrease was unexpected nonetheless. As I cursed myself for not wearing a thicker sweater, something began to awaken inside of me.
So many nights, I had walked home without a care in the world. So many nights, I had stared down at the ground as I made my way home, ignoring the sights and life around me.
What was the rush? I mean, sure, I was tired. After all, it had been a long day, and work isn't called work for nothing. Yet, why did I always rush home? There wasn't anything there to welcome me but soaking dishes and unfolded laundry. The things I'd usually do while on break were things I had no energy for after work. Regardless, I went straight home after work, like a robot programmed to do so.

A sudden feeling came over me, encouraging me to embrace that night as though it were breathing life into me.
It sounds crazy, I know. But believe it or not, the things that happened later on were much stranger.