You are walking. It is cold outside. The sub-zero temperatures make you bury your face beneath your scarf such that the scarf is wet with the moisture of your breath. At least your breath smells good.

Most evenings you wander about South Minneapolis taking in the sights and sounds. You think, “not all who wander are lost”, which is true in your situation since you have a plan to your wandering, and therefore it is not really wandering at all. Tetall.