The orange glow against the pillowy white.

It's 2 am and the layers are only building.

You take a deep breath.

You can almost smell the crispness in the air.

The silence fills your ears.

You know it will be different in the morning.

Before foot prints and tires tracks.

Before the bright sun comes out and everything is much more clear.

But now you just breathe,

and enjoy the haze the street lamps bring.

In the haze,

you don't have to worry about life, you can just enjoy the cold air on your face

and snow at your feet.

Under the street lamp light at 2 am, life is quiet

and life is good.