The city on a winter’s morning

[pegkerr]

It was -22 F (-30 C) this morning. The sky was perfectly clear, but the plumes of steam rising from the buildings and the exhaust from the cars made ice crystals hover, shimmering in the air. Just as I passed downtown on my way to work, the rising sun’s angle turned the reflecting windows of the office towers to molten gold. The hovering mists of water vapor wrapped around each tower turned their blaze of light into a shining nimbus of glory.

Yeah. Like that.

I must re-read Connie Willis' story "Cibola."

Comments

[valancy.livejournal.com]

My God! and you like Connie Willis!

May I friend you?