And the cold. People are bundled up now. Wearing hats, scarves, gloves, jackets. Just to take out the trash. The only things visible are their eyes, squinting in the dark.
Snow lights up the sidewalk, and looks like diamonds beneath streetlights.
It's beautiful sometimes, like when I ride the bus home from school at five, and think about sunsets behind Truxtun Avenue. Sunsets don't happen anymore. It's really a shame. The sun goes down before it can offer one last glimpse of light to the long nights. When I got here, they were amazing.