Last night before bedtime, I peered into a ghostly glow outside my library window; it was not unlike the radium glow in the faces of some old-time wrist watches I remember.
It had been close to 60 degrees as the night had begun to cool off, and the warmth of the ground was meeting the cold and sending up mist from the earth to the air.
Despite that translucent veil rising up into the trees, the skies were clear and a nearly full moon overhead was shining its rays into the mist, creating a peculiar but quite lovely effect.
Oh, if I could only achieve that effect in a snow globe.
Rose About Town wishes you good night. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.