Mystery Beckons.

Late last night, the world was starting to feel like a rather flat place. There's only one cure for that. A mini wonder walkabout, a stroll, eyes peeled for mystery.

I found -

• a car with snow (yes, SNOW) on the windshield.
• a boy on the porch who suddenly stared out into nothing and burst out laughing.
• a library, closed for hours, with all the lights on, and nobody inside to be seen.
• a trail of bloody dog footprints that went on for several blocks, ending in an apartment complex.