There is someone across the street standing in the glowing snow. The snow glows in reflection of lights above. It glistens and shines from street and house made lights. The lights of the gods are covered over by a thick film of snow filled clouds. They shall remain until they empty themselves of this current snow fall. I would not see the figure across the street without the lights. Even with reflected Moonlight, unlikely. Only visible from the light of humans. Yet the figure stands there. Quietly, unassuming, not asking to be seen...seen, none the less. Waiting on some imaginary bus that never travels this road. In need of a driver to take him home. The figure wears a human made coat and human made shoes...he waits for a [Read more...]