Moon is hazy with cold, icy crystals hang in the air like forgotten ghosts. Wind blows through layers of clothing and swirls of snow pattern pavement like webs. This same moon, hangs just under frame of an unlit streetlight, creating illusion that instead of dim orange light, whole world could be illuminated from this light. Haze of blowing snow creates softness in the coldness, to telephone wires and an old Exxon station on the corner.
Quote o' the day:
"Moonlight is sculpture." - Nathaniel Hawthorne
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