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at midnight last night i put on assorted waterproof puffy garments and ran outside into the snowy streets of rural quebec. at the end of one street was an odd network of playgrounds. i ran through knee-deep pristine snow dunes through a small baseball field and collapsed on the ground. i lay on my back and let the snow fall on my face as music piped in through my headphones. i looked up and the sky was a pinkish grey. to my left was a giant set of swings. so i lept up and skipped over to them. brushed off the snow and then swung my motherfucking brains out in the quiet snowy night. i swung to all kinds of music and then i swung to silence. and then i found another set and swung on those too. i sang really loudly and i'm sure the neighbors could hear. i jumped off and landed in the soft snow again, laid there for a while before i made small steady slow tracks uphill towards the house. the lamposts lit each corner quite humbly. it was hard to go inside again.

if you have never swung on swings in the nighttime snow, you should. it is a little heartbreaking and breathtaking at the same time.