She’s walking alone on this particularly cold October night. Stopping occasionally to throw rocks into the near by pond. She has her ear buds in, she’s escaping. Music plays, as the cold air projects each breath. Life is about moments like this she thought, as the wind picked up and her bones ached beneath her chilled skin. It’s the world reminding us that’s it’s here, and that some people unfortunately will never be reminded of that again. She continues to walk as snow now begins to fall, and tree branches begin to shake. It’s a ****** moment she thought, but it’s still a moment. she decided to then lay down where she was standing. She happened to be on the third base of an old baseball field. The snow began to accumulate around her, covering the bases and glittering like a field of diamonds. Reminding her once again how beautiful even the small things are.