Tonight...edits already

It's a good evening to walk.

It's been a good day.

Again, I realize that I hold myself in tightly. It slips out, here and there, in a greater display than I intend.

A poker player who's face is beginning to show.

Unsettling.

Unusual.

Always the balance...

Play the card and reveal the hand, the hand that I'm not certain of myself?

This is unlike any ground I've traveled before.

I wonder why I'm not more afraid...

Even if I was, I'm not certain I'd stop.

Like I always do.

But it's been a good day.

I need to walk.
In the cold.
The fog.
The night.