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Snow.
The whole ugly world drowning in white, gasping for life before dropping the leaves. It's been like this for few months, the cold turns my breath straight to ice and I still refuse to close my jacket.
Dark comes at 5 pm but before the light leaves completely the world turns to blue for awhile. There is a scientific reason for it - somehow the dark dribbles only blue light through it. So many artists and poets inspired by it, and then there is me. Standing on top of a hill and thinking "was that it?"