The cold had already ran its fingernails down the tips of my fingers until they were numb, even inside the knitted wool of the gloves i'd torn wrapping paper off just that morning.
'Its beautiful.' The sound of my voice held its note in my ears for a fraction of a second before dissipating quickly into the night around me. A small orange glow floated easily above me, flickering. The stunning simplicity of its light cut straight through the air, leaving no trace or path behind it. I didnt have to strain my eyes to look at it, the everescent orange flame stood out vividly against the monotone of white on black.
Sometimes the stars seem so far away.
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