Monday, February 2, 2015

Winter nightscape

After watching the Super Bowl at our friends' house six doors down, we walked home and our street looked like this. 

It was almost 11 o'clock. The sky was this beautiful muted pink. We could smell the sweet scent of wood burning in our neighbors' fireplaces. Everything was so quiet. The only sound was the soft crunch, crunch, crunch of snow under our boots.