359. At that point during the day when the sun has almost slipped beneath the earth, when the brightest light huddles across the horizon, when the clouds turn a deep blue against the night and a sliver of moon cuts through the sky, he felt the cold of winter for the first time. He made his way to the Orni hoping that it wasn't quite cold enough to freeze, hopping to remove his socks and shoes. Fog drifted above the waters, enveloping the night in the city's holiday glow. He felt his soles sink in the mud with each step he took. He enjoyed the sensation. The soles of his feet were persistently grey.