i wonder what it is about storms... or just snow... that makes the sky burn late at night. looking through the windowpanes the last few nights have shown a chemical burn glow to the clouds. a deep red like a city's radioactive smog or a dusty old radioflyer wagon. perhaps the moon is bleeding behind the swollen sky or there is a lake of blood shining and reflecting on every silver lining like a morbid call for a strange batman. contrast to that, the streetlamp is a dirty orange. a dirty dirty mosquito carcass crusted dead pumpkin orange. however, the ugliness stops at the lens. the light glances off the glacial yard and drive in spots... never as a whole... and blinds you. its gorgeous. so are roads that are called 'ribbons' by helicopter pilots. and fields that end up as exspansive mirrors for the sun and the moon, glassed over by snow, ice, and frozen rain put through the deep freeze kiln at night. tonight, however, is dark. i can see a star from where im sitting. snows over then... time for the earth to melt and life to begin again. the canadians take of their jackets. the rocks bite through the ice vengefully. the volvo unblanketed. polar bear club for the grass.