The row of hallogen globes,
float suspended in a blissful blinking storm,
as swirls of snow flakes distort their usually harsh light,
their ethereal glow leading me home.
Just wrote this tonight inspired by a poem I was composing on my walk home, which I promptly forgot. This is the gist of what it was. I'm going to miss my walks home at night and the long line of lights that lead me down the path towards my kollegium. Tonight they were particularly welcoming as it was freezing, litterally, and very late. It's now 2:16 in the morning and I'm headed to bed. Goodnight all you miscellaneous people.
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