...mount up...

The other day I was headed out to my car to warm it up so I could chip off the thick layer of ice coating it. It was maybe 10 in the morning, but very quiet outside. As I reached the sidewalk, I had this sinking feeling, and felt as if suddenly huge men coated in furs, and riding Shire horses were going to turn on to our street off of Oak, and start riding towards me. I could almost hear the ram's horn being blown for battle call. I quickened my pace to get to the car in time. Once I unlocked the door, I realized I was totally irrational. It just had that feeling outside...like everyone was gone, and I didn't know it yet, and there are roaming bands of Vikings or something.
Maybe I shouldn't read and watch movies so much...