Array 158 // Voice
Nights like this make me miss the countryside.
No lights, just stars, like someone spilled a bucket of them all across the sky -- and when it snows the sky looks grey and orange even in the dead of night. Like there's a fireball somewhere inside- but really it's the lights from the city reflecting off the ice.
... but what I really miss is the smell of the smoke, and the way everything would get quiet, like the world was holding it's breath. Standing still.
Just waiting.
...
Don't you think, Kitty?
No lights, just stars, like someone spilled a bucket of them all across the sky -- and when it snows the sky looks grey and orange even in the dead of night. Like there's a fireball somewhere inside- but really it's the lights from the city reflecting off the ice.
... but what I really miss is the smell of the smoke, and the way everything would get quiet, like the world was holding it's breath. Standing still.
Just waiting.
...
Don't you think, Kitty?