From the Night Sky

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It was almost unnoticeable. The darkness surrounding the bus terminal as I waited for the bus seemed unusually dark.  The lights from the station itself seemed harsh and uninviting.

“Is it snowing?” the person next to me asked.

No was what I wanted to answer. I didn’t want to even consider that winter was starting when Autumn still had a month to go.  I turned my eyes skyward and didn’t see anything.  I thought it possible to answer no.

Then I saw it, at first only dimly against the night sky. It was incredibly small and an almost silvery white, fluttering and spastically moving from side to side–this was unlike any snowflake I had ever seen, but snowflake it was.  The uncommonly early winter meant to linger.

It is hard to choose a moment like this as Today’s Perfect Moment, but that is what I have done.

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About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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2 Responses to From the Night Sky

  1. Brittany says:

    AHH, I can’t say I look forward to snow myself. Which is funny, because soon I will be living somewhere with A LOT of it!

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