Its really cold outside as we walk down the street.  The wind is whipping around us and there is a storm coming.  Along the street there are a few, unwise people like us that insist on venturing out, such as a woman crossing the street, trying to get to the coffee shop, just to get warm again.

As we turn the corner, we come across the old courthouse, standing proudly, but creepily tall.  The bare trees surround it, only adding to the creepiness of the building.  But it’s starting to snow and its time to go home.