Something in the sky, that white shade of nothing slowly fading into the grey of twilight. The sky looked like it was foggy or misty, rather than merely cloudy, though ground level was mostly unnaffected by whatever meteorological description I have failed to correctly supply. Something there like I said, in the muted light of the first street lamps, the black boughs of damp trees by the roadside, and the yellow leaves on the ground... breathe in and taste that foreshadowing, that premonition... Winter. Not the temperature (it was mild), but the light. The light was that kind of light that seems to precede snow, all sober and mysterious, a white light but heavy with nightfall and Christmas and ghost stories.
A light like silence.
