Photograph 1: Arclight

the sodium arc light hums into the frosted night Bathing all in acidic sickly amber that of a toxic wound, splashing through the skeletal trees the snow flies on invisible currents snow drifts glow in that sickly yellow the wind is sharp cutting the branches dance there in the night there in the harsh street light a shadowed figure standing just out of sight its flock cloak flapping absently in the wind