My breath fogged up the window as I stared outside
The snow fell softly on to the untouched ground
Darkness covered the neighborhood like a blanket
What few stars were in the sky were dim
As the wind weaved through the ashen trees
And at the end of the cul de sac stood a lamp post
Unmoved, unaffected
It cast a warm glow on the snow covered ground
It was quiet
Everything was quiet