The sun froze the land as it set that night casting cold shadow upon cold shadow. Out of the fields rose a last lazy breath of warm air.
As that warm air awakened and rose up ever higher. The sun burned a deeper orange no longer casting shadows, but merely saying goodnight.
I'll be in Montréal in January 2014
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