The radio guzzled drunkenly, white noise in the presence of my louder thoughts.
Clouds, fallen, hovered visible only at an angle in the yellow street-lamp light;
ethereal spirits dancing to that white noise.
The grass groaned with the weight of that first frost;
the leaves had given up their fiery garb of the fall.
The wind cat-called through the flattened landscape, and the trees rustled back flirtatiously.
Winter stepped in, a fair gentleman, he would grow bitter with age of course, but for now he was content to simply redden my cheeks in a paradoxical blush.
I stilled my breath to observe, accompanied only by the winking stars, and we gazed together pensively watching the animate night.
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