Light and Cold

Last night it snowed, and this morning there was a light dusting covering all the yards as if someone had sprinkled powdered sugar over everyone's green grass. The clouds had parted and the sun was rising, shining brightly and sharply and adding sparkle to the white snow. Across the sky from the sunrise, a full moon glowed, stark, almost transluscent grey floating over a back-drop of pale blue sky. I stood at the bus stop, with the moon to my right and the sun to my left. The moon hung highly over the pastel houses; the sun seemed to be illuminating directly onto the colors of the houses rather than the structures themselves, and glimmering frost danced over the pinks, yellows, and blues of the homes in front of me.
It was a nice morning. A nice morning to just be.