She was passing the Psychic’s storefront. Despite the late hour, she thought of knocking on the door. Sedutto’s had closed, as it always did at 10pm, so she knew there wouldn’t be ice cream in her immediate future.
For a city that never sleeps, there weren’t many places to welcome her. Both pizza places had shut their doors. A bar had its Closed sign in the window even though she could see a half dozen patrons inside.
It wasn’t particularly quiet on the streets, however.
She greeted a furry dog who greeted her to the delight of her owner.
She welcomed the interaction which met her requirement for pet surrogate encounters. The skittish fellow with the wide open eyes and floppy haircut did not want her to pet him. Maybe next time.
The air felt fresh, washed as it had been by an earlier drizzle. Each day promises spring, which we know is near because that is how time spins on this earth.
All The Best 