Up at Midnight

There’s something magical about snowy nights.

The images I snapped are of my humble street.  No flash was needed.

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The cloudy sky and the snow was reflecting all sorts of gorgeous moonlight.  Don’t ask me where Mr. Moon is.  I can’t find him.  I looked all over.

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We only had a light snowfall today.  And it’s not cold out there, despite it being only 27 degrees.  I wasn’t very cold at all.

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Sigh.

My heart…happy.

My brain…tired.

Goodnight, my friends.

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About Casey

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ ~ Jack Kerouac, On The Road Again
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