Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

What made us so sure about the city? Was it the memories of our many encounters there? Or was it, for each of us, the ghosts of others, of others touching, kissing, hurting?

But it no longer matters, for there we will soon be, closer than ever, from dawn to dusk, and, in-between, haunting those streets, hardly noticed by the living, under the light of an icy moon…