It was visible only under the glow of the street lamp. The darkness of the night may have denied it sanctuary, but under the glow of the street lamp, it fell with grace. Ethereal at times, sometimes frantic, it revered the spotlight – almost trying to show off before disappearing into the vast abyss of black. Its appearance demanded that the night be unforgivingly cold, a requirement that demanded its fans be fools.
She saw snow for the first time that night.