i walk outside onto my quiet street
and it is as if the entire city is covered by a soft heavy blanket of snow
that has lulled everything underneath it into a deep unstring sleep.
The air is crisp and cold
i can see the pale silhouette of my breath into the harsh of winter.
I continue walking and i notice the warm glowing embers of the scattered streetlights
and the snow sparkling under their light,
like a thousand tiny stars.
I get the end of the street
and i can here the rumbling engines of the cars across the river
that have escaped the anesthesia the snow has put the city under.
I can also see more of the same street lamps that are scattered on my street,
but there are many more of them and they look more packed together
as if they are hundreds of burning embers ready to burst into flames at any second.
I begin to notice more cars across the river and i hear the sound of a siren in the distance,
it seems like the city may not be sleeping after all.
I am beginning to get cold
so i start to walk home.
away from the river,
the noise,
the cars,
and the livelihood that lies across it.
I walk back down my quiet street
to my quiet house were warmth awaits me inside.