Monday, December 5, 2011

A Misty Night

My nights are about to become extremely late.

I live on a busy street....there is rarely construction on it, but last week there was.

Patching, I think. I avoided the closed lane on my way into work.
By the time I was making my way home, it had begun misting. Not quite raining, but almost. The type of precipitation you can only see under streetlights. 

As I turned onto my street, I saw the steam emanating from the still-hotter-than-the-rest tar of the street patch. 
It looked like a ghost, and it was beautiful. 

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