Nov 24, 2008 23:58
Fine crystals of it, glinting in the sleepy light of the streetlamps. Barely a breath of wind, so it's just drifting down. The sky is that strange muted orange glow of snow-storms. Looking out the window, I can almost -see- how quiet it is outside.
I think it might rain tomorrow, though, and all the snow that's collecting on the ground will be washed away. Wish I could go walking in it now - few things as lovely as snow at night. ^_^
Inching forward, writing-wise. Wrote during both breaks today. I really need to pull myself together and push for the finish line. But I keep finding things that need to be fixed, and the story's so pear-shaped...
Apparently, I work better overall if I let myself write sometime during the day, possibly before I do anything else. Hm...
seasons,
writing