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.