My breath is fogging up the glass. But it's already foggy enough outside. Lights cut through it like a blaring siren in the night. Penetrating the silver mist. The sky is a deep blue-purple beyond that mist. My finger tips tough the window sil as I'm on my knees looking at the night street. Houses are silent. Cars stop coming. A lone person walks under the street light. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman, for the bare branches of the tree block their face. They stop right in front of me as if they felt someone was watching. They take a long drink from a water bottle. Clad in tan khacki pants, red leather material jacket, and a few bags, they walk on. A dog barks and it would have been perfect had it not come from inside these walls. The scene shatters and it's gone.
December 28, 2008