Its somewhere between midnight and one in the morning. I'm composing this in my head because I'm actually away from my computer for once. It's snowing, a few inches on the ground already. There are no cars or plows to push it off the road yet though, and the clean snowfall glows a soft orange, the street lights diffused across the whole street instead of pools of light. I look up and that same orange glow lights up the sky, and though there is no moon or stars, the whole city is lit by is own light reflected back down by the snowfall. I only see this a few times each year, this one isn't the best, the snow is too heavy to really light up the sky. I trudge the rest of the way to the store on foot, wishing I'd brought a jacket. Or pants. The stores parking lot glows bright white, and others shuffle in an out, in heavy winter gear, desperate to get their last drink of watered down beer before sales are cutoff for the night. When I come back out of the store, the snow has stopped, the sky has gone dark again, with just enough light coming from the city to make out the outlines of the clouds. The streets still glow though, and will until a plow comes by to clear the roads for morning traffic.
Quote from: Requiem on December 14, 2008, 09:24:46 PMI trudge the rest of the way to the store on foot, wishing I'd brought a jacket. Or pants.
You went shopping with no pants?
You're my hero!
Quote from: Nigel on December 15, 2008, 01:05:47 AM
Quote from: Requiem on December 14, 2008, 09:24:46 PMI trudge the rest of the way to the store on foot, wishing I'd brought a jacket. Or pants.
You went shopping with no pants?
You're my hero!
I think she meant with a skirt.
Whatever. I'm visualizing no pants.
It was shorts. I should have known it would get seen that way though. :lulz:
:mittens: The part about the orange sky reminds me of the winter I lived in Terre Haute.