Cold, frigid, nights such as this one make me wish I were a vampiress of some sort... stalking along the streets, in my daily uniform of black on black... unassuming and stealthy, my movements furtive, so that they make people doubt whether they've seen something... only spying me in the periphery of their eye... These evenings also make me wish I could sneakily slip in and out of people's heads... a voyeur, spying on their thoughts.