I remember it being cold. I was walking down the street and it was snowing, the type of snow that is both freezing and melting as the same time stinging your cheeks like little frosty insect bites. I was walking home, at this time I was working for this small baker on the other side of town, and although my shift had ended at 5pm, at this time during the winter, that meant walking home in the pitch dark. I remember I wasn’t wearing boots, but instead some thin canvas shoes, which the slop ran right through. I guess I was around 13 at the time. As I was walking, pulling my coat closer together in my neck, the car came down the road, its lights drowning out everything in contrast with the snow and the darkness, and stopped next to me on the path.