It was one of those nights,
The sky tinged with an
Orange hue, yet the darkness
Of the night meshed with the
A light snowfall fluttered down
To earth, as if the sky was blessing
Us with its beauty.
The breeze stood still, hovering
In the still air, not daring to interrupt
What had been created.
And we just enjoyed the view,
The buildings in the distance,
Made of glass, lost in the sky.
Reminding us of where we could go,
Rather than remind us of where we