37.2 Sudden Cold

"Cool..."

Stepping out, my eyes drank in every last-minute detail of the world around me. Everywhere I looked, there was just something or someone doing whatever it was that they did to survive. The sound of street-side vendors peddling their wares, the smell of freshly-cooked meat, the weird sense of nostalgia from seeing children running around barefoot playing a game of what looked to be tag. It all came to me in an avalanche of senses that I actually found myself reveling in its normalcy.