A wet Sunday night in Autumn on graveyard shift. Deja Vu!! It occurs to me that I've been in this exact situation several times before. I know the exact feeling from previous experience .... Autumn, cold, rain, Sunday night, a sense of loneliness. The clock moves slower than usual, almost stopping. The type of night where you look upward at the stars (if you can see them through the clouds) and ponder life.
Sense of loneliness in the air .... What does one expect a night like this, spent at work, to feel like?
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