The coldness of a winter night in town is only punctuated by the soft yellow glow of streetlights on the icy blanket of night.
(Which is more poetic than saying, “It was colder than a witch’s tit and nobody sane was outside except some jackass trying to take photos out of a 2nd story window at midnight.” There’s more than one way to say things, I guess.)
That reminds me of the light pole that shown brightly into the second story of your old house
We have a streetlight right outside our bedroom window, too, but it doesn’t keep me awake. My pappy used to say, “Colder than stripped piss with the bubbles blown off.” Whatever the hell that means.
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